I had my annual mammogram today. I am 50 and have been getting my mammogram almost every year since turning 40. I had one almost exactly one year ago which was normal.
This year I decided to do my mammogram at a nearby cancer center five minutes down the road for me. The last couple of screenings, however, were done at the Veterans Affairs (VA) hospital in Hampton, Virginia. I couldn't get a Primary Care Physician (PCP) in the private sector when I first moved to Virginia Beach, so I drove the 30-minutes across the Hampton Roads Bridget Tunnel (HRBT) to the VA hospital. The HRBT is notorious for its traffic, and during rush hours, the drive across can be an hour or more. I usually took time off of work to go to my appoints in middle of the day. Driving to the VA hospital for visits was not fun, and I was happy to be doing this year's mammogram closer to home. Little did I know how much time I would be spending in that building over the next several months.
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