Finally - the dreaded mammogram

It's not like I don't want the mammogram.  Believe me, I certainly do.  I know what not having one for about ten years can mean.  Don't want that again.

When I was all set to make the appointment, I realized that last year (I was on yearly revisits with Dr Poison - finally), I didn't get the referral for the mammogram.  I knew that I had an appointment in the near future, so I would get the orders when I went in.  It's not like he really needed the results right then.  The doctor in charge of the mammogram place will send results.  If there is a problem, guess who will be the third to know.  Yep, me!

I have been lax about calling for appointments.  To be honest, this eye thing has me concentrating on it.  I still need to call the new orthos (since my beloved ortho died last year) to have my knees checked, but I digress.  Anyway I went today for the dreaded exam,

The tech was really good.  Since my reconstruction and reduction, there isn't just a whole lot of breast there anymore.  And I am not complaining.  The others were such they caused other problems - like backaches.  I will swear that I am pinched less now than before.  I used to dread going.  You have all heard the jokes about the mammogram feeling like someone parked a truck on your breast.  That isn't true for me anymore.

It all went well - I don't remember them doing the test on the completely reconstructed one with the insert last year, but they did this year.

So what am I concerned about?  You know me, there has to be something.  Well - it was when I thought I was all through, she went back to the non-cancer side to take another picture.  My immediate thought was "what did she see?"

I will get the results in a couple of days.  I really am hoping it is before Wednesday.  Thursday is our journey into the wilds to visit the SSB.