So what with one thing and another and my not thinking I was at high risk, I didn't get one. And then a few years went by, and I saw a different doctor, who finally didn't seem to think it was my job to go out in the world and make someone give me a mammogram but who sent an order through the ether to a breast clinic to give me one. I went, had the procedure done, and went home with an air of having taken care of business.
With no support whatsoever I got through the weekend rather gracelessly. On Monday the hospital called me again and let me know that there was a problem with my mammogram and I needed to come back as soon as possible. The very next day I returned for a diagnostic mammogram, and the tech showed me that there is an 11 millimeter growth in my left breast. "It could be a lymph node," she said optimistically. "Have you been sick?"
Meanwhile there is not a lot of support at home. "Be nice to me; I may have cancer," I said to a rather crabby family member. This family member tossed their hair and said snappily, "You told me not to worry."
Postscript: After an agonizing biopsy, it turns out that I have a benign tumor. Yay! Benign!