I'm 40, squish me

Tomorrow, I get to experience another rite of passage for being a woman who has recently turned 40: the mammogram. I'm more than a little nervous, and I wish I had someone to go with me. It's the concern over the unknown, and also the overwhelming information from the women in my life that are happy to tell someone how uncomfortable and painful a mammogram can be. This is not encouraging, nor warm and fuzzy. All the squeezing my boobs have gotten over the years has been decidedly less ... flattening.
But I'm a tough girl, and I can do this by myself. In fact, I say in my head, I'm eager to get a clean bill of health. Also, Brian's office is just down the street from the boob-squishing place, so I'm going there right after to get a hug.