I had crossed off the word grandmother where it listed family history on the check-in form and the technician asked me about that.
“It was my great-grandmother. My sister corrects me that it wasn’t breast cancer, it was colon cancer.” (As much as anyone can tell from 107-year-old accounts and the fact that our grandmother was eight when her mother died.)
I asked her to be careful–“I don’t want *you* to get squished.”
“Oh, it’s happened.” A rueful chuckle.
And then, “Your doctor will let you know the results in a day or two.”
A mammogram before age 40 with no history of breast cancer in her family either saved my sister-in-law’s life a few years ago. Don’t put it off.