Yesterday, I had my first mammogram. I had heard from girlfriends that the procedure was not fun but this was a new experience for me and I wanted to savor every moment, paying attention to every detail of the process, from the dressing room where I undress from the waist up, including a necklace, don a pink gown with two pair of ties open toward the front, having my belongings put in a locker to which I am given the key, sitting in the waiting room with other women clad as I was, reading magazines or conversing and last, but not least, the procedure itself. I so felt that I belonged there like I have been doing this regularly, a feeling I have experienced so many times before throughout my transition.
Admittedly, the procedure was uncomfortable at worse but so are many other things that I have experienced in my new life since I began transitioning almost two years ago. Being over 60, I will be able to mark each year from now on by having this procedure repeated as I will continue to take estrogen post-op which increases my risk of a malignancy developing, yet I’m content to just have it always be an annual rite of passage to remind me to be grateful for being the woman I always thought I should have been.
I followed this experience by going across the street to a lab to have an HIV screening as required by Dr. Preecha prior to my surgery and checked off two more things on my to-do list on the Road to Bangkok.