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August 11, 2018

A prostate exam is a cakewalk compared to a mammogram.  Of course, I don’t actually know that personally but unless the prostate is smashed flat as a pancake in an X-ray machine, it’s a pretty safe bet.  Now I’m wondering… is that even possible?  That would be awkward at best.  Anyway, I’m meandering.  Again.

You’d think the mammo-waiting room would be… well, reserved.  You’re sitting there completely vulnerable, stripped to the waist with nothing but a flimsy robe that opens in the front.  You clutch it tightly—your mind racing with the possibility they’ll find the unthinkable—and you start to sweat.  Hopefully the pit stains under your arms don’t show with your arms so tight against your body.  But maybe that’s just me.

I sit down in the waiting room with four old ladies.  I refuse to fit in.  They chat as if they are old friends about their mandatory yappy little dogs.  I listen in fascination, almost forgettin...

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