So yesterday was the mammogram fun.
I was kind of dreading it. The worst part was worrying about what they might find - which was absolutely, positively nothing, thank god. They think I just have cystic breasts (how's that for TMI?) and anything we've felt was simply hormonal. I've got a follow-up mammo in six months, just to be safe, and then yearly from then on.
In the end, the worst part of the whole thing was the waiting room - filled to the brim with issues of magazines like Redbook and Health with articles like, "So you've got breast cancer, now what?" and "How breast cancer turned my world upside down" and "How health insurance is failing women with breast cancer".
Because sitting there, waiting with a brain filled with "what ifs", isn't torture enough? WTF?
For those of you who haven't had a mammo yet, it's not really painful at all. I read somewhere to take some Motrin before to help with the discomfort, but at one point I actually said to her, "That's the worst you've got? Pshaw. Bring it on, woman." She laughed - and then stepped on the little squeezer and really smooshed things and then I kind of regretted saying that.
But in the end? Not nearly as bad as I was expecting, glad it's over, relieved that they didn't find anything. One more thing to cross off the mental list of things to worry about.





My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to
I'm a mama!
