Its mammography day, ‘hip hip hooray’, I’m really not that scared, <br />I’ve had a few; I’m quite expert and thoroughly prepared. <br /> <br />The waiting room is always cold and full of anxious faces, <br />The magazines are old and tired, with bits missing in some places, <br />The crosswords’ just a relay race to hand on empty spaces. <br /> <br />I sit in line with other gals, our breasts all at the ready, <br />And hope the radiographer’s hands are warm, confident and steady, <br />But that does not escape the dread of machinery cold and heavy. <br /> <br />In time I know the call will come, so gently sooth my pride, <br />My breast will out, and flop about, let dignity subside! <br />I know the doctor doesn’t mind, but I just want to hide. <br /> <br />If you’ve never had a mammo’ then listen to the wise, <br />Prepare your breasts quite thoroughly, no matter what your size. <br /> <br />You could slam them repeatedly in the front door of your car, <br />Or tie them to revolving doors, or squash them in a jar, <br /> There really is no answer; it’s just uncomfortable by far. <br /> <br />But when it’s done, relief does come and my bra I’ll rush to fetch, <br />And in the changing room alone I’ll sit, and on my mind I’ll etch, <br />The wonder of just how far one single breast can stretch. <br /> <br />I don’t enjoy it that’s a fact, but can’t leave life to chances, <br />I’m eager for the end result; it’s my right to hear the answers, <br />Will everything be as is should or will they find more cancer? <br /> <br />Mammography is just one more thing that adds to womanly strife, <br />It’s no fun, but have it done- it might just save your life!<br /><br />Teedy Dawn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mammography-blues/
