I am participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. Thanks to the co-authors of Two Writing Teachers for creating this supportive community.
This morning I had my picture taken (sort of). But instead of Smile! Say cheese! it was Put your arm here. Take a deep breath. Hold… … … and release. Just a necessary part of being female and over the age of forty.
I sat in the waiting room with a group of ladies (no one wearing deodorant and all wearing the same pink gowns that open in the front), all there for the same purpose, all hoping for the same outcome. We had much in common, yet we will probably never see each other again. Some were checking email, others filling out questionnaires or casually flipping through a magazine. I looked around a few times and exchanged a smile with some. I felt a camaraderie of sorts, like maybe we should all go out to breakfast when our tests were completed. Maybe we could exchange book titles, or pictures of our pets or grandchildren. I felt I was part of a sisterhood that should continue, although I didn’t even know their names.
Before long I was called back to the imaging room. The technician introduced herself, went over my information and history, and before long the procedure was underway. In a matter of minutes, it was over.
I am thankful for this lifesaving screening procedure, and celebrate that the ladies in my new-found sisterhood and I were able to take part in it, but I wonder. Given the precarious state of health care right now, will all women continue to have access to screening procedures such as mammograms? What can we do to make sure this right is not taken away and that we can all continue to smile (sort of).