After five years on the cancer trail, mammograms are nothing if not routine. But just when you think you've seen and done it all, there's a new variation on the old theme.
Today's technician couldn't have topped out anywhere near 5' tall. At 5'10", I towered over her. So, for the first time ever, I sat for today's procedure. That enabled her to manipulate both the equipment and my assorted chestal regions without the need of a milk crate to stand on.
Beyond that small novelty, there was nothing surprising about the experience. Clothes off, gown on, gown off, squish, squish, gown on, gown off, clothes on, done. In a week, I'll know the story.
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