Somehow, much to my surprise, I turned 40 a few years ago. I don't know how it happened, but I double checked my birth certificate and sure enough...40 years old! Shortly after this shocking realization, came a letter in the mail from my gynecologist office telling me it was time for my annual physical AND a mammogram. Say WHAT??? A mammogram.....I actually laughed out loud. See, there is some history to this, that at my own embarrassing expense I will share with ya'll.First of all you have to know my personality. There is nothing too private or personal for me to not share. I have always been the one to call out the "elephant in the room" so to speak. My husband sees this as a fatal flaw at times, but I have always felt that my stories can not only be really funny, but also help others by putting it out there for the world to hear. You never know who you might help. My first mammogram is one of those stories.As a pre-teen/ teen, I dreamed of the time that I would NEED to wear a bra. As a 40 something year old woman, I still dream of that day. You see, I was not blessed with a voluptuous Victoria's secret set. You ladies know what I mean, the kind that you pay $45 for beautiful, uplifting, supportive bras for. I was given the Walmart sale section kind of tatas....$6 bargain bin. Bra's for me, are not necessary to make me feel beautiful and supported but rather to (with the help of some padding) give me the subtle appearance of breasts. Yup, part of the itty bitty club over here. I spent years not sleeping on my stomach to encourage their growth and avoid stunting them. I followed all the teenage guidelines that should help them to grow...nothin did it, I say, Nothin!When I was a new Mom, these "girls" were supposed to take on a new purpose. Feeding. I wanted desperately to breastfeed my babies. Here is another elephant.....if you have nipple inversion (like the Never EVER come out kind) then it becomes very difficult, and for me impossible, to breast feed. Despite tricks of the trade from every lactation consultant from the hospital to the health department and industrial strength breast pumps, those guys were not coming out. (I still to this day swear that one particular pump would repeat over and over again..."You're a loser, you're a loser" as it would pull a few dribbles of milk from me after hours of trying to get enough to sustain life for my child). Bottle fed it was...and to my surprise all 3 kids are happy, healthy and mostly well adjusted members of society in light of my early worries and "loser status"-per my breast pump.That's the history of my girls. So when the, "It's time for your mammogram letter came", you can understand why I would giggle thinking about what new boobie adventure this would bring. How on earth would the "girls" fit between the x-ray plates. I was thinking the dentist's office oral x-ray plates might be a better fit.....or I offered the tech that maybe a plain chest x-ray might be better suited for my size. I mean, there is nothing to squeeze. No tissue to see past or through. I was actually nervous about how this would work. I told the mammography tech all of my concerns and she informed me that she had been doing this job for over 20 years and I quote, " I can find tissue to squeeze on everyone no matter how small their breast size." Uuuhhhhhh....yikes!First we started with the nipple markers. Talk about funny to me. I have never had nipples. These were like little nipple prosthetics! I asked her if I could try them on with my tee shirt, just to see! I mean come on it was a whole new world!! I told her I wanted to mess with my husband...he would be shocked if he saw those through my tee shirt after almost 20 years of marriage. She gave me a whole package to take home...no kidding! I got a goodie bag from the mammogram!Then came squish time. I couldn't believe it, but do you know that woman did find tissue to squish! I truly believe it came from as far down as my v-hoo-hoo and as far up as my neck, but she got some kinda tissue in between those x-ray plates. I could not breath, because if I did it would ruined all of that woman's hard work in getting them in there. So I was still for what seemed like forever. As I was joking about my tini-tiny- itty-bitties, the mammography tech was telling me about the lady she scanned before me that needed six different films to complete one image due to the size of her larger than large breasts. One breast did not fit on a whole x-ray plate...it took six shots! God gave that woman part of what was supposed to mine...I am sure of it! Anyway.....the tech and I made it thru laughing the whole time at this crazy adventure of turning 40 as a woman.To all who wonder, my scans were clean. Nothing to worry about. Cleared till my next due date. I got one more chuckle as I read the results saying, "dense tissue bilaterally" and thought to myself "of course it's dense tissue...she squeezed my sternum, rib cage and likely part of my spine into that machine!" I encourage all women to go for their screenings, an hour out of your day once a year can save your life. You can laugh through your nerves like I did. These "girls" are our responsibility to care for and monitor whether they are $45 dollar Victoria Secrets or $6 dollar Walmart bargain bins. 1 Down Vote Up Vote × About Sarah Matacale, BSN, RN 15 Articles 46 Posts Share this post Share on other sites