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My Mum forwarded on an email about mammograms the other day.
Something like - to prepare for a mammogram, slam your breasts in a garage door for approx an hour, then scrape them over the rough concreete floor.
She wants me to push for having one early, as Nanny died (probably) of breast cancer - it was hard to say by the time they realised she had it. Aunty Mary and Cousin Susan - Nan's sister and her daughter - both had it, one died one survived. And of course Mum had a lumpectomy the other year.
She's not selling it very well though.
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