The first "right" answer was easy for someone in her 7th decade!
Are you pregnant? No.
Would you tell the tech if you thought you might become pregnant? That's a moot point. But it was the admission lady's first day.
Yesterday's blog space holder informed readers that I would share my answers to question, "how does one accept hard experiences without giving into negative emotions," as soon as I was allowed to throw
the little "revealing" gown/robe into the "dirty" bin.
Here's what I learned.
First of all, I must confess several wrong assumptions based on previous unpleasant mammogram experiences---my
visits would mostly keep me at West clinic until mid afternoon. Not yesterday! Quickest time ever.
Of course, the shock soon gave way to fear that
Jennifer, “the smasher,” missed something. It took a bit of time, but chose to see the shorter time-frame as a ”God kiss” and went on
about my hectic day.
Also, the “little” gown I have given in the past was replaced with one so large I could have hidden a baby
elephant in there with me. Of course, care was still taken to avoid full
frontal exposure.
Usually, certain body parts would freeze when they came in to contact
with the large machine and I could easily fall over from holding my breath so long.
No longer the experience. Machine was a bit chilly but I never even had to hold my breath one time.
Mrs. Liles you may get your clothes and sill see you in a year. What?
"No extra pictures or ultra-sounds? Those are a part of my routine."
Obviously, not this time.
Given my little pink sheet I quickly, stuffed it in my
“tote" and didn’t read the fine print until later. I saw normal/ negative. Then
I saw the "dense" column was checked and they weren’t talking about my thinking
process. GULP.
“Denseness of breast tissue made it harder to evaluate and may also be associated
with an increased risk of cancer. Report will be sent to your doc and together
you can decide options right for you."
Maybe they were just covering their tracks or passing the buck, based on previous law suits.
But God reminded me that a "new" worry was not today's answer. He is the One who is the answer so once again I choose to trust Him (Psalm 38:15)
