I had to get a mammogram today. It’s no big deal. You just have to do it. It actually doesn’t hurt. I go to a place that does digital imaging so you don’t have to sit and wait for film to be developed.

So I’m in the machine, the picture is taken. I’m unclamped and stand there talking to the technician. She says, “You should see your film.” So for several seconds, you have that panic of “OHMYGOSH! I have the Big C!” Then you think–they can’t say that? Can they? Only the doc can tell you that news. So I go check it out on the screen and she says–see this?

I look at the image of myself and see a wall of muscle. She tells me–that’s your pectoral muscles and they are fabulous. You have man muscles. I never see these on women. I’m like, oh . . . okay. It’s because I work out with a trainer. I’ll let him know.

I guess I’m flattered, but I don’t have the body of a dude. At least I hope not!

P.S. Check to see when you are due for your mammogram.