by Carmen J.
Every woman, especially over 40, who reads these words every year exhales a sigh of relief. I’m one of them.
Every year since I turned 40, I’ve received the reminder for my annual mammogram and diligently scheduled the appointment. After recently hearing on the news and by the appointment receptionist about advanced screenings for those with dense breasts, I decided the extra $40 out-of-pocket expense would mean greater peace of mind. I feel a bit shameful admitting that before I turned 40 and until I gave birth to my daughter just before turning 41, my breasts were not my priority. I rarely gave them much thought, if I’m being completely honest.
I was never ample or busty by any means, and only during pregnancy did I fill out my bras and shirts. “Will you breastfeed?” my doctor asked. What started as an “I guess so,” led to 14 months of nourishing my daughter with my own body. How could I have taken my breasts and my body for granted? I’m sure it wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last, but my perspective heightened.
Now with my own daughter, I know annual screenings are important for my own health and wellness, and I want to set a positive example for my daughter. I want to live a long and happy life free of cancer. And with my own mother being a breast cancer survivor, after a diagnosis in her 70s, I know my risks are riskier than others.
The process of this year’s appointment didn’t change from previous years, only the depth of imaging. I was reminded not to wear deodorant and to remove my shirt and bra, and put on the gown I was given with the opening in the front. Over the 10 years I have had these screenings done, I’m always pleased that despite my initial anxiety and minor discomfort, the screening itself takes about five minutes. And according to my technician, the imaging would detect cancer two years in advance of what would be seen by the naked eye.
When the time comes to slip out of my gown and stand topless facing the screening machine, the technician positions my arms and gives clear instructions about where to insert my breast. We start with images of the right breast followed by images of the left. Each is placed on a clear shelf-like surface and then compressed by another mechanism that flattens it out. Once placed in position, the technician walks away and instructs you to hold your breath, while the images are taken. Hundreds of images are taken of each breast from similar angles. Once completed, you get dressed and leave. Months of anxiety melt away after five minutes.
Does it hurt? No. Is it uncomfortable? Sure. But if getting my boobs squished each year is an effort to keep myself healthy, then five minutes of discomfort are worth the remaining peace of mind. Squish away.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Consider this my gentle reminder to those with breasts: Schedule your mammograms. Five minutes of discomfort may save your life and your peace of mind.
For more information:
Breasts: The Owner’s Manual: Every Woman’s Guide to Reducing Cancer Risk, Making Treatment Choices, and Optimizing Outcomes by Dr. Kristi Funk
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