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| - At my age, it happens once a year. Lean forward, place one breast on glass, have other piece of glass mechanically maneuver into place and squish breast flat. Hold breath, release, breathe, and repeat on other side. Smile, while trying to maintain some dignity. It is of course, a necessary evil in the world of modern medicine.
It was time for the dreaded mammogram. I knew that John C. Lincoln had recently opened a new Breast Center at their Deer Valley location, so when my favorite gynecologist asked me if I had a preference of where I would like to go, I said, "Yes, I think I want to try the new one at John C. Lincoln Deer Valley." So, consult in hand, I called and scheduled an appointment.
I arrived 10 minutes early, as directed, and opened the door to a beautiful reception area. Pink, tasteful and very feminine, in a hip kind of way. I was immediately directed to a seat at the counter, where my insurance, medical history and hospital wristband were professionally and very privately handled. From there I was directed to the sitting area, complete with comfy chairs and current magazines. Within minutes, I was lead back to a changing room, with lockers and monogrammed robes to change into. Wow, it really was starting to feel like a spa. From there I was taken through another beautiful decorated waiting room filled with natural light. Ok, maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. I had yet to even break a sweat or think about sprinting for the door.
After a short wait, I was led into the mammography room. It was pink and happy and the Radiology Technician was friendly and professionally explained the procedure. Then, without any loss of my dignity through artful draping of my robe, she guided me through the positions and placement needed for the 4 digital photos. It was done, in less than 10 minutes.
I returned to the changing room, complete with deodorant (as directed, I did not use any before my mammogram), sink and mirror, to get dressed. I was done. I will hopefully hear that all was routine and we will see you again next year. But the experience was really great. (I can't believe I said that about a mammogram) I felt like I was in a spa. An offer of herbal tea, glass of wine, or a massage would not have surprised me! hmmm... do you think insurance would cover that??
All joking aside, I know that breast cancer is a very serious subject. If ever faced with that disease, I know that I will turn to the Doctors and Staff at the John C. Lincoln Breast Health and Research Center for support, knowledge and care.
Remind someone you love to get a mammogram.
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