This Post Is About Mammograms (and Anxiety)
I’m telling you now, I don’t want to hear a single thing about how this post is inappropriate or uncomfortable for you because it deals with body parts we don’t usually discuss out loud. You read the title. If you don’t want to read the post, don’t read the post. I said what I said. From time to time, I find myself feeling very proud of my (usually forty-something) friends who post pictures of themselves in pink hospital gowns to remind us all to schedule our yearly mammograms, to remind us all that this is important for our health, to remind us all that it’s not that bad. They are always smiling. I’m never going to post a picture like that. If you’re waiting for it, you are in the wrong place. There is no picture. But it occurred to me, today, that I might be able to offer a much needed reminder to take care of your body from the perspective of someone who doesn’t find this particularly social media photo worthy. I thought I might share my own morning with you as a