Boob Squishin' ((take 2))

I had my first mammogram a few weeks ago. 

39 now, it's time.

The procedure itself was not fun. Standing very close to a total stranger while she holds, feels, moves and manipulates your breasts is not anything to be happy about. The squishin was not bad enough to get hysterical about, but it was uncomfortable.

I just wanted her to do what had to be done. Don't bs me, just do it so I can get dressed and go. That would not go over well w/ some people so I got the full talky treatment. Lady, when you are standing inches from my face, massaging my right boob, I don't want to hear it. I really appreciate your concern but I just do not care.

She was a kind lady, w/ bleach blonde hair ((not that there is anything wrong w/ that)) and waaay too much eye makeup for her age ((50 something)). I found myself thinking "people somewhere would probably pay for this".

Squish the boob from this angle, that angle, now just the nipple ((OW-fucking-CH)), ok now from the sides.

So... I made it through...  I was told I would be mailed the results in 2 weeks and they would call if they found something. She called yesterday morning. In fact, I woke up, saw the missed call, and before I was even fully awake I heard "Monique, this is ___ w/ _____ and I have your mammogram results. Please return my call so we can discuss them please".

They found a lump in each breast. I have to go back in for a tighter compression and a deeper scan. They want to flatten out those lumps, trying to see through them. If they can, good, it's fatty tissue or a cyst. If they cannot, then I must go in for a biopsy of each.

We had set up an appointment for yesterday at 1 30, she called to change it to 2 30 today and then called again to change it to 11 30 today. UGH!

I leave in a few minutes for counseling and then to the mammo right after. Fun day huh?