After the initial shock subsided a little, I started telling other women how fortunate I was that my cancer had been detected so early.  This early detection was a result of getting regular mammograms.  The more I talked about it, the more I encountered women who said, “Oh, I don’t get mammograms or I haven’t had one in a few years.”  When asked why, the most common response was “They’re uncomfortable” or “I don’t really think about it.”  They were not a priority. 

I was baffled at this nonchalant, uninformed mind-set.  I can empathize and agree that it’s not the most exciting activity to partake in but that does not stop me from pushing its’ praise.  I heard myself say that I don’t care if they are uncomfortable, I love mammograms! 

While on this trek, I became so grateful that I felt a kinship to my mammogram as if it was a collaborator or best friend.  I know they don’t have human qualities, nor do they possess thoughts or feelings.  However, my passion and appreciation grew to the point that I was compelled to write about it.  Because I kept saying how much I loved my Mammogram, I decided that I would address my prose to this magnificent life saving piece of machinery.   

Women, please wipe the sleep from your eyes and wake up to the benefits of getting yearly mammograms.  There appears to be a lack of understanding as to its positive attributes.  We must have the courage to speak up and inform each other as to the value of this opportunity. 

I hope that my early detection and ability to overcome this disease will motivate more women to pick up the phone and make an appointment.  Perhaps, we can reduce the number of advanced diagnoses altogether.  I also look forward to the day when we can eradicate breast cancer entirely but until then, I will facilitate the fight.

In sharing, I wanted to be as forthcoming and honest as possible.  The inconsistencies of my voyage were a very real part of what I was staring down.  Cancer is an erratic opponent and my saga is bound to reflect this.