Next up game the actual mammogram. This torture device is tall and requires you to use your other arm to pull yourself into the machine while your face is pressed sideways against the plastic, you are relaxing one shoulder, rolling the other to get as much tissue as possible into the the machine and two plastic plates attempt to squish your boob flat. My favorite part is when they tell you not to breathe while they take the images. Done and done. 3 different views and I am not going to lie I am a little sore already. Especially from the view where they needed to get my scar/tumor bed really in the machine. My skin is 99% healed from radiation, but that 1% was noticeable when attempted to squish to 1 cm. However, being told that I'm all set and can follow up in 6 months for imaging totally worth the 15 seconds of discomfort.
Now in order to make this experience more enjoyable in my twisted little head I changed the words of this song to "Squish It"
The mammogram waiting room was very full and had a large range of ages. At one point there were 8 people in there and my inner monologue is shouting "Hey people of the waiting room, not to worry. 1 in 8 get breast cancer and I already took my turn. Your good". Then the waiting room swelled to 11 women and a couple of people were waiting for their turn for ultrasound and further consultation. Then I just wanted to tell everyone it will be ok.