Men, don’t stop reading. This is for you, too. Just because you don’t have the same kind of breasts we women do doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate them. I’m guessing you appreciate them rather a lot. I mean, they’re round and soft and curvy—and heck, they even make milk when called for.
Anyway, this is my Thanksgiving wish to all my women friends, family, colleagues and readers: Get that mammogram.
So many women get busy—really busy. Young and old, single and married, mothers of young children, mothers of grown children, single mothers…
The point is, we get busy, and we skip things. We avoid dentist appointments, annual paps, and yeah, mammograms. Because who wants to get your breasts flattened into pancakes by cold metal plates anyway? And we’re busy taking care of everyone and everything else. I mentioned the busy part, didn’t I?
The hardest part is making the darn appointment. I always think of it at 10:00 o’clock at night when the office is closed. Or at 7:00 in the morning before it opens. Or perhaps when I’m in the middle of an intense discussion, and it doesn’t quite feel right to interrupt and say,
So here’s what I did today. I put a 10 minute meeting on my calendar for Monday December 1st—to call and schedule the darn thing. And if you haven’t had a mammogram in a while, I hope that you do the same. If you’re a man, and you have a busy wife, significant other, sister, mother, favorite cousin, best friend: why not whisper in her ear, too? Because it just might make a difference.
That’s my Thanksgiving wish. Take care of yourselves, and each other.
GET THAT MAMMOGRAM. And tell your friends. Please.