I Am This Woman

(33 of 50) No, I did not get pretty pasties (the boobie kind, not the tasty meat pie kind). I got no pasties (of either kind, actually). But the mammo was uneventful in a posh, country club kind of way. Whatever big money the Perot Family have dumped into that hospital, I must say that [...]

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(32 of 50) Four days before my 50th birthday, I am getting a mammogram. It is my second. Yes, I know that I should have started at 45 and gotten yearly ones. But I am a slow adopter, and I confess to having a modicum of anxiety about the whole “breast sandwich” thing. But then [...]

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