Yes, I'm actually asking to be nagged.

Dana is going to bawl me out for saying this, but I've been postponing getting a mammogram.

Last time I went into the doctor he asked me when my last mammogram was.

"I haven't had one yet, actually," I told him. "You're supposed to get your first one at 40, right?"

He gave me this look and said, "No. 35."

"Oh!" When I thought about it though, I could see how that had slipped past everyone. After all, I've been either pregnant, trying to get pregnant or nursing, for several years now. None of them exactly times that are good for sending jolts of radiation through important parts of your body. Especially nursing. Radioactive milk for baby, yum.

So he gave me a referral to the local hospital to go in and get everything smashed. That was a month (or so) ago and I still haven't called to make the appointment.

I don't know why I haven't done it. I'm not scared of it or anything (although from everything I've ever heard I'm sure it won't be pleasant. But then, nothing important ever came easily, right?) It's not that I don't take cancer seriously. I've known several women who've had it and my own grandmother (my mother's mother no less) had to have a radical mastectomy when she was in her early sixties (of course, that was back when that was all they did, no lumpectomies or other such alternatives were available.)

I just keep forgetting. There's just so much else to do and scheduling is going to be difficult because I have to do it on a day when the husband is home (as I don't think having the two girls along would be a wise decision, although they would find it vastly educational, I'm sure!)

In other words, lousy reasons not to get this done. So nag me, people. Ask me if I've gotten it done yet. Remind me not to be dumb and to get on the stick. Ask me about it. If I get harassed enough I'll probably finally remember to pick up the phone.