If doctors checked for prostate cancer mammogram style, I’m pretty sure some guy would have invented better technology already. Something that didn’t involve flattening already sensitive body parts to the size of pancakes.
I’m just sayin’.
These thoughts come to you courtesy of a conversation I had earlier today on the perils of pap smears – after having had to endure one this morning. Least. Favorite. Thing. EVER. (Which is probably why it’s taken me almost six years since my last one to schedule this procedure.) Calling all ladies: why do we just accept this brutality and torture?! Rise up, I say, and demand better! Something less...violating! Less uncomfortable! Less awkward for all involved!
BTW – Poor Husband sat in on one such procedure recently. The look on his face almost made the whole procedure worth it. Almost.