“Ma’am?…Ma’am!”: In Which I Go For My Annual Mammogram
Friday, July 15th, 2011This isn’t me, and this picture does not convey the depth of the titty smashing that occurs. So I woke up dreading today. I dread this day every year, the day of my mammogram. My mother died of breast cancer in 2005, at age 52. She was diagnosed at 49.* Even though I know that [...]