So, how’d that MRI go, when all was said and done?
Basically, everything went fine. The reading was all clear: no new areas of abnormality, so I’ve a clean bill of breast health till it’s time for my next mammogram.
The experience itself was, well, an experience.
Between last summer’s procedures and this latest scan, I’ve realized that I’m going to be spending time on the regular lying face down on medical tables with the girls hanging down through some sort of opening. Intellectually, I understand the use-value of this: gravity helps pull the breast tissue away form the rest of the chest wall, thereby making it easier to get a clear scan of the parts we’re wanting to scan.
Still, I feel as if some small part of my bodily dignity has died in this whole process, never to be resurrected again.
It is damn hard to feel like an empowered grown-up in this kind of set-up.