Mammogram - That dreaded machine!

It’s that time of year again,

The dread, the fear, the pain,

You may ask, “Why do something you hate?”

Could there be anything to gain?

To know or not to know,

Those are my only choices,

As into the room with the dreaded mammogram machine, I go,

While hearing in my head, all the voices.

Voices, of women, young and old

Who have been subject to the torture,

Year after year, fearing the bad news

Lumps, density, worst yet, cancer…

But wait, I sense a change, a different shift in gear,

Instead of being asked to stand in an awkward position

I am seated in a soft, comfortable chair.

And then, a most amazing thing happened, that put my mind at rest,

In place of my two best girls being flattened into pancakes,

Two soft glove-like sleeves envelop my breasts.

No yanking, no squeezing, no feeling of humiliation,

The soft microfibers adds to my sense of elation

Gently tugging, like that of a new born

Xrays are taken, what a new revelation!

Then, the technician says it’s over,

Oh Lord, how could this be!

Something once so feared and dreaded

And now, I feel set free…