My breast check-up: It wasn't meant to be like this
You reckon a visit to the doc's for a breast check-up is a sombre affair? Think again, says Linda Jones...
I went to the doctor's with a heavy heart yesterday, convinced I possibly had months to live. I'd've liked to have emerged punching the air like some reprieved heroine in a cheesy film. But I'm still waiting.
Why? Well, if you'll pardon the expression, it's because my t*ts are too big. Or as the lovely Keris put it, having confided in her (by email, as you do) I can boast of "gargantuan boobage."
My GP copped a feel to check after I explained I believed I may have found a lump. Then she announced, a little too cheerfully for my liking, "with the best will in the world, that is a very big breast so I can't feel properly!" Laughing nervously, I nearly had her eye out.
Who'd have thought a trip to the doctor could end with such a scenario? It tickled me, I can tell you. I've always had my knockers. Now I'm actually feeling quite proud that a busy GP found time to comment on them. That means I'm now being referred to a breast surgeon. Perhaps he has bigger hands.
Come on, own up. How many of you feel your breasts as often as you should? I'm not talking about in a 'ooh stroke me, stroke me' sort of way which I wouldn't really be that keen to discuss, if that's all right with you. I mean in a 'c'mon let's make sure I'm okay' type of scenario. Go on, give it a go, and if you are in any doubt whatsoever, go and see your doctor.
As well as having humungous boobs, Linda Jones is a director of features and PR agency Passionate Media and blogs at You've Got Your Hands Full.
I have to confess, I don't check my boobs nearly as often as I should do, mostly because I'm a hypochondriac and I'd probably be at the doctor's every day if I did. Great post, Linda - hope your mind's been put at rest now.
Posted by: Amber | April 19, 2007 2:25 PM