A Squishing, Squashing Experience!

      Not for the faint of heart. To my few male readers you may want to just take a pass now. This is definitely a TMI moment for you.

  I have been reluctant to write this and lay it all out but I found that this is what I should be doing any way. I read an entry on a website and she said when you write a blog you act like you are writing to your sister. Well all in all I don't have a sister but I certainly have friends that are like the sister I never had. Alright getting on to the story……

     It was squishing and squashing. Can you guess? Yep I had my first mammogram. Let me start by stating Ladies it is not all bad. I started my journey on a day I finally decided to make the call. I called made my appointment. Told very few people about my appointment. Those I did share with I laughed, we laughed, I made jokes, we all made jokes. It was fun to fill that nervousness with laughter and women. Although I laughed and made lots of jokes, deep inside I was a terrified girl. I thought I handled it all well until I walked into my appointment that day. I walked in to the breast center with a smile on my face and checked in. I was shaking and very uneasy about it all. I turned around to look for a seat and there she was. A friend to say the least. She was there I was there…..OMGOSH! Hold it together Becca. Don't lose it Becca. Put a smile on your face Becca, be strong, walk over and say hi. So that's what I did. I was strong. I said hi and we talked. Her name was called with in just a minute or two. I took my seat. I had an older lady that just kept starring at me. Perhaps I should have said something but I did not. Nothing preoccupying my mind now. I am by myself……oh no what is it that I feel? OH NO the eyes watering, my body is shaking……UGHHHH NO WAY….Keep it together Becca. Think of God and how amazing he is. So with me telling myself God is with me I am not alone. I close my eyes and pray. Really I don't pray I just praise God. I tell Him how good He is. I tell Him I know he is with me. As I do this I feel the burning. I feel the tears pouring down my cheeks. I actually lost it. I was doomed at this moment. Lost, alone, confused, SCARED. All in all I was not alone for I had my God with me. The lady came out called my name and I looked at her obvious I had just lost all my ability to fight the tears. I apologized to her and she walked me back. Still scared the tears stopped I changed and went to the waiting room where my friend was still there. We talked a few more moments and she left. At this time I had already lost it once and was not going to again. Mike had been texting me from the car making some awful jokes and then some funny ones. He was graciously sitting in the parking garage with the 3 lil kids I had that day. My name was called and I walked with her into the room. All my fears left me and I was good and strong again. Well not exactly. I was scare and couldn't put two thoughts together.  She was nice. We talked about our kids and Halloween and teenagers. She finally started the process which went rather fast and smooth. Maybe not as fast as smooth. My boobs got squashed in ways I didn't know they could. They flattened like pancakes a sight I have never seen…WOW! All in all ladies, It did not hurt at all. I had one very painful moment and that was the pressure of the plastic plate against my bone in my chest is all. She was gentle and kind to me which for that I am thankful. My first experience was a good one! I don't know the results but what I do know is God is good and He will never give me more that I can handle!