Maybe I Laughed Too Loud...

Yes, dear ones, it's all fun and games ... until your mammo comes back "unclear". 

I went in for my first mammogram last week. Screenings of any kind freak me out as a general rule, since I've already heard the c-word once in my lifetime, and that is enough.  Sooooo, I recruited some incredible (willing) friends, and we went as aMammo Party. Yes, I took photos and we made fun of each other's gowns. The technitians were cracking up too, and we all had a good time while getting any fullness we might have had left in our breasts, completely mashed away. Lunch afterwards - a great day!

Then I got called back for a repeat. Yes, some cosmic payback for going in that somber place with a camera and laughing out loud. I didn't laugh on my second trip, and I didn't take a camera. Let's just say the second screening is VERY THOROUGH. They mashed everything, consulted the on-staff doctor, and mashed again. Yeesh! 

Result: I have to go back for further squishing in six months so they can look again at some miniscule calcium particles that have made themselves at home in my body. There was the suggestion of a biopsy, but it was only a suggestion. I bypassed that since I believe that I've had my fair share of biopsies so far. 

I know it's not a cosmic payback.  Our steps are ordered by God, nothing happens by accident, He has a plan. Yes, I know those things to be true and have staked my life and well-being on them. But it did feel like just a little bit of PAYBACK.