So far, all the medical personnel seem amusingly enthusiastic about getting to give a guy a mammogram. There was the intern who tried to joke about how I can now know what women go thru, to the radiologist who expressed her amazement that I could stand one of her more painful squishifications of my swollen body-bit. So far, nothing new has been learned. It’s definitely not big-C cancer, but so far I haven’t heard any specific treatments. I guess that comes at the next appointment.
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