In October of two thousand and
thirteen I had my yearly mammogram done at our local hospital. The female technician
led me to the room with the machine for taking pictures of breast. I had to take off my shirt and bra. I was given Band-Aid strips to cover my
nipples. I then had to lift my right
breast up onto a flat plastic plate with the help of the tech. She then brought down another plastic plate
slowly onto my breast. This squishes
your breast onto the plate and pulls your skin on the chest area. A mammogram is uncomfortable but doesn’t last
but a few seconds. The same thing is
done to the left breast. They get pictures of both breasts while you are facing
forward then the tech changes the position of the plate and more pictures are
taken. The films are read at the
hospital by a radiologist then he types up a report that is then sent to my
doctor. I had gotten a call from my oncologist a few days later and he wanted
me to have an MRI. He said, “The mammogram showed some spots which could be seen
better with an MRI.” An order was faxed to the hospital and they called me to
schedule an appointment.
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