I rather enjoyed certain parts of this year’s mammogram experience. Not the squishing, of course. Per the squishing, this year the right breast registered no pain but the left breast was a big old baby.
What I like is the positioning. The technician moves and molds me as if I were posing for a graceful sculpture of Liberty Receiving a Mammogram. ”Dip your left shoulder ... move your right heel back ... lift your chin and turn to face me ... drape your right arm here over the machine.”
And then I hold my breath while they take a photo. If it weren’t for the squishing I could see paying for it.