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notjustagirlintheworld says,

And just like that, everything was different but nothing changed. So sorry.

Dragonflower says,

I am very sorry, jl333. I remember I didn't know what my mother meant. I was young. No one explained the consequences to me or prepared me. Hard childhood.

I just did something I've wanted to do for a long time. Every year when I have my mammogram, the tech has a clipboard and asks the same question, have any of your relatives had breast cancer. Who? how old were they when duagnosed? Are they still alive? I didn't used to mind so much, but now with medical records computerized and right in front of them, I asked them if they could stop asking me. Nothing will change as my relatives are all deceased by now (grandmothers, mom, aunts, no sisters).

I go to be screened because of my mom. I do it for my daughter. I feel proud to be doing it and pro-active and all that good stuff. But 5 min into the appointment, I'm all depressed and sad, and possibly worried or anxious. Will this be the year I get it too? I want to change how my appointment goes during intake. We'll see if they are able to grant my request. I just don't think they realize how painful those questions are, when asked year after year, even though they have the info in my records. I know the questions seem routine, like asking your birthday, but they're not. I know I'm a grown woman now and it was almost 50 years ago. It has just gotten harder as I've gotten older. And I know I'm at risk. I've known that for a long time now....I just want my screening to be a positive experience, not a PTSD experience.