Mammograms for the Melodramatic

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At least I didn’t have any nipple hairs poking out or anything.

I made good sure of that, believe you me.

So, I had my first mammogram yesterday. At 51 years old, I’m a bit late to the party, I know. Chalk it up to procrastination, laziness, life got in the way, fear—but a combination of my best friend who’d recently had a cancer scare chiding me to do it already and the bigger fear…