Last week I went for a routine mammogram. I’m fortunate in that I live in an area where this kind of screening is performed from around the age of 47, meaning I’ve had two mammograms before some people have even been offered one.
I’m a huge
advocate of health screening and firmly believe that you should seize the
opportunity to accept any screening that is offered. For years I have also
attended regular smear test appointments, which whilst not necessarily
pleasant, are vitally important.

My support of
health screening stems from my time spent as a former nurse, and has been
strengthened by the experience of two cancer deaths in the family in recent
years (two of my lovely sisters). Early detection of many health problems is
key, hopefully making a potentially incurable condition treatable.

So back to
last week. We all sat tentatively in the waiting room (in the mobile unit at my
local shopping centre car park), anticipating the momentary discomfort caused
by the ‘squeezing’ action of the x-ray machine. It was the general agreement
that our visit to the screening unit merited a scrummy cream cake or extra
chocolate bar as a ‘reward’. But of course, our real reward is hopefully
receiving the ‘all clear’ for another three years, or at least getting early
detection of a problem that will prove treatable.
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