So my story starts with the Mayan Apocalypse. December 21, 2012.
School had just let out for Christmas the day before and it was our first full day out. I went to have my yearly visit with Dr. Henderson (who's father incidentally delivered me 41 years ago). I had skipped my appt the year before and so needed to get it done.
I had never had a mammogram before so I was more concerned about the pain than anything else. Even more concerned that Doc would get on to me because I had gained weight. Mammo did not hurt. I was surprised that it was that painless. The automatic blood pressure deals are 10x more painful that a mammo.
I was also curious to the fact that I needed to make sure I wiped off the deodorant under my arms. From a science teacher point of view I thought that was strange.
Rest of visit was uneventful. I went home - made Christmas cookies. Enjoyed the weekend and had Christmas with my family.
A few days later I received my letter from the office and it said my mammo was abnormal. One of my BFFs Heather was at the house, and being a former radiology tech I asked her and she said since it was your first not to worry yet because it was probably dense tissue and they are being overly cautious.
So I called and got my next mammo appt at the diagnositic center on Jan 8th. It was a Tuesday and I had it scheduled so that I could run up there while my students were at specials and I would be right back.
I was still not very concerned or scared.
I look back now and think I was an idiot.
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