For years, I avoided mammograms. The idea of getting my boob squished by a stranger wasn’t appealing. Frankly, even the friendliest friend would have been hard pressed to convince me to let them squish my boob. Mammograms became the ball dodged by my bratty self with any doctor.
But when we moved to Ithaca and I dove into the healt…
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