Step Up to the Plate: It's October and YOU Need a Mammogram

(You want to do what to my what?)

I knew what to expect when I showed up at the hospital for my first mammogram. My doc had been pushing me for months, and I had talked to countless women who'd had them.

(Tell me every detail. Does it hurt? Do they get their shape back?)

But when the time came, even armed with all kinds of information, I still couldn't believe what they wanted to do to my breasts — those modestly sized, delightfully sensitive extensions of myself that had fed my daughter, and that center my sexuality, often giving my husband something to do with his hands when ... well, never mind.