I am taking part in this year's Blogging from A to Z Challenge. This is my submission for X ...
Tomorrow I'll be having my first ever non-squeezy x-ray. I cannot believe that it took till I was nearly 60. I'm fortunate, I've never broken anything and have only overnighted in hospital when my daughter was born. I've taken family members and loved ones to hospital for x-rays, but I've only ever had the squeezy type myself.
I'll not rant - but allow me just a little moan about whoever designed the torture chamber that is the mammogram. Seriously, you don't see chaps lining up to have their squidgy bits squeezed between two metal plates, do you?
I've had a fair few mammograms now and can admit that I view them with a certain - odd - affection.
The first was the worst experience in the pain department. It was a standard screening mammogram, where they are instructed to squeeze as tight as you can stand it. It didn't help matters that I was also horribly hormonal ... I had a few more the day they confirmed the diagnosis - I don't remember whether they were painful - I just remember looking at up at those light boxes, at the film which had a circle drawn on them and thinking "its not routine then".
The next one was rather interesting, in that it was like a cross between the routine mammogram and a sewing machine. You see, my lump was so small that getting a biopsy of it was proving quite a task. So, into squeezy I went, with the oddity that this one had an open bit at the top where the biopsy needle could get a good poke about. It worked fine that time.
Since then, I've had annual mammograms and these will continue for a further five years, despite being signed-off, drug and cancer free for five years so far. When they told me of the continued screenings, I got a lovely warm feeling. Crazy perhaps, but that hospital, that process and that team - they're my comfort blankets. Its where my cancer was found, diagnosed and treated. Of course, it doesn't hurt that the mammograms don't hurt much now. As they have a good selection of previous films, they don't have to crush quite so much ...
So tomorrow I have a chest x-ray - just to 'rule stuff out'. There's an underlying nervousness, but I reassure myself that all those other x-rays have worked out rather well for me.
How do you feel about x-rays? Or other medical "stuff"?
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