Belong to a breast cancer program. Every year I go for a mammogram, I'm in the control group, as there is no breast cancer in my family history.
Then spend twenty minutes or so having my breasts squeezed between two thick flat glass plates. While a technician re-adjusts the angles and touches me. The plates compress them to a thickness of about two inches. It hurts for two days afterward. The last time I went, I threw up my lunch in the hospital parking lot afterward.
Don't want to go. I feel guilty as when I originally signed up for it, I was keen to do this for science and women's health, fifteen or so years ago now that desire has waned.
Then spend twenty minutes or so having my breasts squeezed between two thick flat glass plates. While a technician re-adjusts the angles and touches me. The plates compress them to a thickness of about two inches. It hurts for two days afterward. The last time I went, I threw up my lunch in the hospital parking lot afterward.
Don't want to go. I feel guilty as when I originally signed up for it, I was keen to do this for science and women's health, fifteen or so years ago now that desire has waned.
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