Dear God: Please Save My TaTa's

Yesterday I had to go get my first Mammogram.

Not fun.

First.....I'd like to say

that I think all men should

periodically have to go get

their penis's smashed.

Before getting the girls 

manhandled and smashed 

flat like a pancake,

the girl doing the mammogram

had told me she would show

me the images when she was done.

She didn't.

Instead she gave me some boobies

to play with and practice on.

There were 3 of them on a board.

One breast had no lumps.

One was a fibrocystic breast.

And the other was a breast with lumps.

She left the room

to show the radiologist 

my results.

When she came back in,

she said that they would

be calling me back in

next week.

Apparently, I have a lump.

We have a very strong history of 

Breast Cancer in my family.

My mom, her mom, and 

both of her sisters have all had it.

I went for my yearly back in September.

I've had that mammogram order 

just sitting in my purse ever since.

Twice before, I called and

made an appointment

and both times something

came up and I had to cancel.

I finally went yesterday,

7 MONTHS later.

Because the doctor 

didn't feel a lump in my breast,

and only ordered it due to 

my family history

I didn't rush to have it done. 

Luckily my insurance

covered 100%

even though I am under 40.

I'm sure it is nothing.

but.... if it is cancer

I will wonder if it was there

7 months ago. 

Or if it is a recent development.

If I had gone 7 months ago,

and the Mammogram was clear...

And if it is cancer, 

would it have had at least 6 months

or more to grow before

my next annual Mammogram?

I'm not going to worry about it 

until there is actually something

to worry about.

Women have mammograms come back 

ALL the time, 

and usually it is fine.

Women also have mammograms come back

and everything is NOT fine.

Especially in my family.

But whichever way it turns 

out... I know it will be OK.

I am in God's hands.