About a year and a half ago I had a mammogram. The mammogram showed patches of calcifications in both breasts, so I had repeated mammograms every six months until the right breast calcifications all of a sudden decided to get bigger. I told the very nice lady who does the mammograms that my enlarged calcifications were caused by that awful torture machine that squeezes and flattens your breasts until they look like pancakes. It is sometimes so painful that I want them to stop, but all I am told is to hold my breath so they can take a clear picture.
I told the young lady who did my mammogram the last time that if a man invented that awful tortuous machine, that he should have his balls & private parts stuck into that machine and squeezed as tight as they possible could, just so that he could understand fully how us woman feel. She laughed and agreed with me, but still that didn't stop her from squeezing me tightly again.
Thank God I don't have to have another mammogram done again until sometime in December, and it will only be done on the right breast. I'll explain why in another post.
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