If you’ve not had a mammogram, let me tell you, it’s just as unpleasant as you might imagine – you see that black plate on the machine in the photo – you pop your boob on that plate and it’s essentially squished hard, like REALLY hard, whilst a nurse scans your boobs and manipulates your arms into strange positions!
But more than the physical pain, the appearance of this mammogram in my diary has had my emotions all over the place. The first time I had a mammogram was closely followed by a nurse telling me she thought I had cancer. It was the start of almost a year of treatment. It was the day when my life literally got turned upside down and I’m still dealing with the fall out of that day. Physically and emotionally. I’m still tired, all the time. I’ve still got a fog in my brain that makes words disapear from my head. I’ve still got a whole host of emotions that won’t simmer down. And I’ve still got this fear that it could return!
I know I should be moving on with my life, but when you have appointments like this in the diary, and then a two week wait to see my surgeon following it, it’s not the easiest thing to do.