I am coming up on the second anniversary of starting HRT. At my last visit with my doctor, I told her I should have a mammogram done, as my mother had breast cancer. So she set me one up for today.
Those who have never had one have all heard the horror stories from those who have had them. So that was in the back of my mind as I entered the clinic. When I opened the door, here is a room full of guys.Wait, I do have the breast clinic? I checked in and had a seat to watch an old Gunsmoke. Does this place know who's in the waiting room or what!
I have been sick all week and today was the first time I felt half way decent. But my wife was still sick and because I nursed her all morning, I went in male mode. I looked just like any of the other husbands waiting on their wife. I was wondering what went through their minds when I got called back?
The staff couldn't have been better. The mammogram tech who took me back asked if it was my first time and started explaining what was about to happen. She had me step into the room, remove my shirt, and step over to the machine. She assured me that it's not as bad as I'd been told. She was right, the pressure was firm but even. Three minutes later I was done and waiting for a doctor to read the results. Five minutes later, the doctor stepped in and said things were perfect! I was given my papers and out the door I went. No "vise grip of death", no smashing plates, a very easy procedure that went quick. But like any other lady, I considered today another step forward on my way to womanhood.