On Friday, June 16, I went for my first ever screening mammogram. I had had a physical the Tuesday before and my doctor felt it was time for me to have a mammogram due to my family history. My maternal grandmother died of breast cancer at a young age, before I was born.
The mammogram went well. I had heard that mammograms hurt but I didn’t think it did. The squeezing was even and over nearly as quickly as it began. They took two images of each breast and I was done. The mammography clinic that I went to was lovely and everyone was very nice. Over all, a good experience as far as medical diagnostics go.
Three days or so after my mammogram my doctor’s office called. They said that I needed a “call back” mammogram because they had seen density on my right breast that was making it hard to check it completely. They assured me that this is very normal for younger breasts and that I didn’t need to worry. OK, so I won’t worry. I’ll just make an appointment for my “spot compression” mammogram and we can get this all taken care of. It didn’t go quite that easily though. When I called to make an appointment for my diagnostic mammogram (as opposed to my first which was a screening mammogram) they said that the doctor would be on vacation for two weeks so they could get me in for a mid July appointment. At the time of the call I was calm and not worried, I wasn’t sure I could maintain that until mid July.









