What a morning!

The worst part was having to get up at 6.30 a.m. Yes, I know some folk do it
every day but I never have and it's getting harder! But my mammogram
appointment was first of the day, at 8 a.m.

I went to the suite, which is where I've been going to see the oncologist
for years and boy, has it changed since January!! The layout was completely
different, it was freshly painted with curved desks and bright pictures on
the walls. In the past I've had mammos at the local hospital, which is at
the bottom of the street, but now all the breast cancer teams work from at a
much less convenient (to me) hospital in the centre of the city with very
difficult parking. Luckily we went on the scooter and left it outside the
door.

They've got all new shiny machinery too, the 'old' scanner was hardly out of
date, it had been replaced a year ago. What a waste of resources! The
radiographer was very homely (in Britain that's a nice description), she was
gentle and the process hardly hurt at all. Then she showed me the very clear
pictures, which was interesting because there was a black segment in one
breast where I'd had the lumpectomy. The little bits of calcifications,
which have been there at least since 1990, showed too. Although I saw the
images I'll be informed of the results in a couple of weeks, by letter. This
is so that the new ones can be compared with last year's, to see if there
are any differences. That's how my cancer was first detected nine years ago.

Then home and on to the acupuncturist.

First squashed, then stuck. I'm glad it's over :-)

Mary