Because I know how to start the week out right, I had my mammogram at 8:30 am on Monday. It is always interesting to watch people do math when I give them my birth year and have them give the puzzled look as to why I might be having a mammogram. I like to smile in response. I think that imagination is an underutilized skill and do it as a public service.
My mammogram tech I have had previously, and she is great. She is also 4 ft 11 inches; I am 5 ft 8. I had to scrunch down to have the mammogram done. But, seeing as I need to scrunch down, stick my butt out, pull my arm, smoosh my face into the plastic shield, and generally try to become one with the mammogram, scrunching down a bit more is not really an issue. She also repeatedly reassured me that she was taking more than 2 photos on each side so that I didn't have to be called back. She worked meticulously to get all my markers in (two in the left, multiple in the right) especially because they are so close to my chest wall. We discussed my particularly challenging anatomy-large rib cage, shoulders that have minimal range of motion and 1 and 3/4 boobs. She, however, worked her magic and no more pictures needed.
My follow up with my surgeon was very short and sweet. He and I chatted about general goings on in the hospital. He was happy with my mammogram and physical exam results. He asked me about how I was doing on the tamoxifen, and I responded "well". And then he said my favorite words "I'll see you in a year."
Yes you will, because all of this means that I will be around for another rotation around the sun.
Also, this may have been how I strutted out of my appointment: