Mammo tuesday

I'll be there. If there is anything to be said that is good about this disease, for me, it is that I never have to endure another mammogram or mimmigram. Now, I cringe for you just thinking about being placed in such an unnatural position, having the squisher come down until you are a pancake and being told not to breath. How could you breath? They have knocked all the air out of you and inflicted a real hurt. This whole procedure had to have been invented by a man. I don't think this go through this for a prostrate exam. What do ya think?

They didn't find my first one either. Let's just remember that self exams never stop. They even have me doing them and I'm as hooterless as an old coot.

I'll bring the espresso and donuts. I've got to straighten out my boa. Cruella decided to play with it. I have threated to tar and pink feather her unless she behaves. She's straight out of Jurassic Park, a raptor.

Hugs for the mammo, Jo-Ann

Ellen,

I don't know why (perhaps too much caffeine??) but your post title reminded me of those ads that used to be on TV for car races....you know, "Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...wheels, wheels, wheels..." etc..

So, in the spirit of trying to cheer you about you upcoming squeezing how about:

"Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday!!! Mammo, mammo, mammo!! Thrill to the power of the Squish-O-Tron! See extreme flattening action! Experience exasperation as the tech asks, "Are you sure I can't go a little lower?" Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday....."

Hope I at least made you grin a bit.

Hugs,

Erin