Thursday, July 12, 2012
We women have to keep our sense of humor for this exam. A breast on a tray?--almost laughable until that press comes down and removes any glimpse of a smile. "Hold your breath!" the technician says. I want to tell her that I hold my breath for months leading up to my exam --praying that all will be well.
But I don't say anything...I can't! I'm holding my breath!
Once this is over and I'm seated next to the doctor, I am grateful that he tells me right away that everything looks good. I feel my breath start up again and I am so happy to see whatever he wants to show me on the screen. We make small talk--usually about how amazing my mother is and how good my genes are and I feel myself smiling easier.
Back to the cupboard I go---time to gather the "goods" and put them back where they belong. Tonight when I get home, I will get my celebratory gold bra as I do every year and wear it for the rest of the day. Breathe, I tell myself---good for another year!