Light the corners of my mind, misty, water colored mem’ries of the way I was.
I had my first mammogram since my little adventure with breast cancer.
And it totally freaked me out. I was in tears days beforehand.
Usually when I get a mammogram, I do my best to be entertaining for the technician, busting out (pun intended) my best boob material. Helping too much to get everything in position (“Just relax, don’t help.”)
This time, I was basically silent. I stood there like a mannequin and for some reason, I had my eyes closed for most of it. That’s what probably bothered me the most – I didn’t even realize I had my eyes closed at first; and when I did, I just kept them closed.
So not me.
I had the easiest of times with breast cancer, a little surgery, some radiation, and now I’m on Anastrozole for 5 years – but the side effects are minimal.
Even at worst – I’ve got this. I’ve been through it. Let’s get back to normal.
And yet, there I stood. Eyes closed. Just a big fat old lady lump being moved around a machine.