Like most of you Real Cougars I get a mammogram every year. It's something we have to do and I wish I could say it's gets easier as you get older – but it doesn't.
I start to worry a week before my scheduled appointment, and by the time I get there I am a wreck.
Last week when I went the doctor does the breast exam and then the technician takes the pictures. After that I put on my little paper cover up and went into a waiting room with other women looking as nervous as I was.
I talked to all four of the women waiting and we compared this experience to a torture chamber. They all agreed. And, to make matters worse, one by one each of us was called back to take more pictures. OMG I thought – they found something and the other women told me they were thinking exactly the same thing I was. Waiting for the results is definitely the worst part.
During the next fifteen minutes, which felt more like fifteen hours, we were all given a thumbs up report. The smiles on our faces showed just how thankful we were.
Next year, God willing I will for another mammogram and it will be just as traumatic. It doesn't get easier.