It doesn't take long - that's the best bit - a breast X-ray, which is just as well because it isn't the most comfortable experience I've ever had. I think this is my third or fourth time for one of these close encounters with a plastic clamp and X-ray machine, where the woman radiographer asks you to relax while the corner of the unit is poking in your armpit and a large perspex plate is squishing your boob.

I don't have that much to squish, B cups and because I'm quite active, they don't flop so the muscle underneath tends to make it harder to flatten - if you want a hint of what it feels like, next time you're getting a bra out of the drawer, pop your boob in the drawer and push it closed - yeah, not quite eye watering unless it's filing cabinet drawer, but uncomfortable.
I believe if you have implants - they squish them even harder - ouch.

Because I enjoyed it so much, two of them weren't as clear as they might be, so they did two extras. A while back, I had to go to the hospital for further exams becuse of an anomally with the film - thankfully It was okay but I had a further five X-rays on my boob.

If you read the leaflet, apparently, 'For very 14,000 women screened regularly for 10 years, one woman may develop breast cancer she will die from because of the radiation from the mammograms.' Gulp!

Oh well results in two or three weeks, and another three years before they call me again - all being well. Not been a good week though, think I got caught speeding coming into a 30mph area, I was probably doing about 34mph! Oh poo.

Angharad