So I had my annual booby-squashing this morning, and since I have recently become a Twitter addict (follow me @heidisa) I thought it would be funny to "live tweet" it, which basically means posting a running commentary to Twitter on the action. (It's nothing compared to the Austin woman who recently live-tweeted the birth of her child, but whatever. We all do what we can.)

So...here goes:

8:50 a.m. Heading in for my annual mammogram like a good little cancer survivor. Didn't have breast cancer but it's all part of the survivorship pkg.

9:20 a.m. Wearing my Crazy Sexy Cancer Goddess tshirt to my mammogram. [a gift from my wild child sister Kris Carr--get your own here.] The nurse saw the movie and she loves the shirt! Swapping for a robe now.

9:25 a.m. Less a robe than a sassy little cape.

9:30 a.m. The Booby Smusher! But Nurse S. is ever so gentle. Before she flattens my ta-tas into pancakes, that is.

9:50 a.m. Portrait of a Boob. Looks clean to me, but I'll find out in a week. Not bad at all. Thanks Nurse S!

10:00 a.m. Crazy Sexy Planet Cancer Goddess post-mammogram. Go do it, tweeps!

I don't particularly like getting mammograms. Although they aren't physically painful, they are just another reminder of cancer being shoved in my face. That said, I believe in being a proactive guardian of my own health, especially given my genetic cesspool of a cancer family.

So I will continue to have mammograms and Pap smears every year. I'll get my heart and kidneys and skin checked out to make sure I don't have any terrible long-term side-effects from my own cancer treatment.

And although I might grumble, especially when I pay the bills, I know that I'll sleep easier at night having (fingers crossed, knock on wood, throw salt over left shoulder) kept the cancer boogeyman at bay for one more year.