When I arrived at the hospital I was prepared for a long and boring morning in the waiting room. To pass the time, I had a book with me (of course) and my phone was fully charged ready for some guilty pleasure web surfing.
I pulled in to the circular drive of the hospital entrance and was greeted by a valet parking attendant. Since the valet services there are complimentary, I handed over my keys and took the claim ticket. I walked into the lobby and was greeted by the friendliest woman sitting at the concierge desk. It’s like she was waiting just for me. We greeted each other and I told her I was here for a mammogram. She smiled and pointed to the first door down the hall to my left.
My book in hand, I entered the waiting room and signed in. A young woman with a bright purple blouse and sparkly earrings called me over and took my information. She asked if I had children and we swapped potty training stories. Her youngest is just starting out and my youngest is in the ‘almost ready to sleep with no diaper overnight’ stage. She handed me the paperwork and sent me to the suite across the hall. Light jazz music was playing – not the annoying muzac you hear on elevators. It was nice. Not sure who the artist was, but it was good. I barely had time to sit down and open the book I planned to read when my name was called. The nurse asked if I preferred “Kimberly” or “Kim.” Then she led me to a sweet-smelling changing area. I kid you not, it smelled like vanilla and cinnamon and although it was probably just someone’s coffee, it calmed me down.
This was just a regular mammogram. Nothing out of the ordinary. But I don’t know many women who approach this exam without any trepidation. What if they find something? What if I have cancer? What if What if What if?
I have a tendency to jump to the worst conclusions almost immediately. It’s not my most favorite trait.
Nevertheless, I entered the exam room which to my great delight was NOT FREEZING. *I had a mammogram in Syracuse and, although the nurses were lovely, the room was just this side of the North Pole when it came to temperatures. Not fun*
The attendant was friendly and efficient. The whole thing was finished in about ten minutes.
After the exam, she said, “I know these things can be uncomfortable, but we’re glad you came in. Be sure to take a rose before you leave.” And there by the changing room door was a beautiful vase filled with individually-wrapped roses in a variety of colors. A nice touch.
Yellow roses are my favorite. But I took a pink one, knowing my girls would prefer that color.
It is kind of scary going for a mammogram, but I’m glad I did. And with October (Breast Cancer Awareness Month) just a few days away, I’m hoping other women will do the same. Because it matters.