I do it faithfully every year. I realize it is life-saving…but for some reason I always feel like I’m walking into a game of “Russian Roulette”. Odds are--- you have been there. It's your mammogram. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I hope after this email I can change your mind.
I had spent the week prior to the x-ray scheduling it and trying to do my “preregistration” to get through the process quick. After literally six sessions of phone tag, I gave up on the preregistration and planned on being there at 7:00 ( the test was at 7:30 am). Monday morning—even after all the gambit phone tags—I completely forgot about the appointment. I’ve never done that. Usually I don’t even sleep the night before..my grandmother had breast cancer. My Mom stresses over hers and I always tell her, “ Mom relax. It skips a generation, honest” She always tearfully squeezes my hand.
Any way, I forgot the test. Tuesday morning, when I realized what happened, I called the hospital and confessed and they set me up with a Thursday appointment – 8:30 am. I set a phone alarm, and an Outlook alarm. Forgetting the appointment would not happen twice.
I raced to the hospital on Thursday; Visited with two nurses in the building, and after registration settled in my chair in the x-ray waiting room. A woman sat across the 8 x 8 area along with a half a dozen other people.
I first noticed her shoes:
I have almost the same pair. We laughed and talked about the need for these ‘ kid-like tennis shoes’. Then I go back to playing with my cell phone. I glance across the room and noticed she had a tote with tea cup fabric. I laugh to myself thinking,
‘She looks like a quilter…’
'Melanie—you’re over the edge. You are profiling quilters’...
Then she opens the bag, and starts to pull out needlework. I think, ‘Nice… she does do embroidery…’ Then I look over and it’s the same Sunflower Gatherings BOM project I’m working on.
The world stops …I move over next to her and we start chatting away. I met someone working on the same thing I was.
Then the nurse calls my name. The look of devastation must have been on my face, because the room full of people laughed. ‘ This will be the fastest mammogram in history ‘ I said. I’ll be right back.
I won’t say painless, but it was quick and I went back and we exchanged names and email information and a promise to keep in touch. We have written a couple of emails and she’s a Civil War style quilter and uses a treadle sewing machine for some of her piecing.
She said it was Serendipity—luck that takes the form of finding valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for; a fortunate happenstance.
If I hadn’t missed the first appointment I’d never have met her. She lives 20 miles away in a small town. The odds of our paths crossing would have been very slim.
My fourth block is just about complete. Summer travels have me behind.
Go get the mammogram….
For a ton of reasons...
especially because it could save your life.