When I told my mum what I was up to at work she said she’d like to share her experiences of a mammogram: in poetry.
My twin and myself discovered one day
I was being prepared for a kind of x-ray
As I warily waited KIND HANDS came along
And stripped off my bra with my twin looking on
I was placed on a plate, oh great care was shown,
KIND HANDS pressed a button; a shutter came down
And spread me full flat!.. I balked even though
Kind Hands had explained the procedure before
And as I lay pinioned a thought came to me
If a fire breaks out how on earth can I flee?
Flattened down thus? Oh a frightening thought
(A real fear dear Kind Hands, please make a note)
So, the mammogram over and back in my bra,
After my oddest encounter by far
O my twin and myself send our deep loving thanks
For our bill of good health. Thank you all Kindly Hands
Mum’s overarching memory is of ‘kind hands’, what is yours?