Chapter 1 - Listen to Your Doctor
With all of the publicity and the warnings about breast cancer, a woman in her early forties like I am should take all of the precautions available to ward off the possibility of becoming a victim. That is why I am in the offices of Dr. Samantha Kupps this morning. I told my employer that I would be as long as it takes, and she encouraged me to take whatever time was necessary to explore my condition.
"Crystal," the doctor said as she greeted me upon entering the exam room, "I'm Sammy Kupps. I understand that you are here for a mammogram this morning. Correct?"
"That's right," I said meekly. "I'm as nervous as a teenager on her first date. I'm embarrassed." My first impression of the doctor was so far removed from what I had imagined that I felt like apologizing even though my remarks would just be confusing to her. She was a woman about my age, and she obviously spent as much time as I do to keep her body in shape. She was a little fleshier, but I suppose that came with the fact that she had enormous breasts.
"Most women are for the first time, Crystal. It's not everyday that you feel the need to have a stranger play with your breasts," the doctor replied smiling nicely.
"At least you are a woman," I said nervously.
"Thank you for noticing." Again, the sweet smile. I was beginning to relax somewhat.
"Oh, please . . ." I stammered, "I didn't mean to imply that . . ."
"Relax, Crystal," the doctor said with a chuckle. "With a set of knockers like mine, it would be hard not to notice."
"I'm sure they are quite lovely," almost apologetically.
"Enough of that," Sammy said. "We're here to talk about yours, not mine." The sweet smile was back. "How should we do this? Most of my patients prefer to bare one shoulder and one breast at a time for the pictures. The choice is yours."
"This appears to be an all girls outing so . . ." I unbuttoned and peeled off my blouse, and tossed it in a chair against the wall. My bra followed.
"There is definitely nothing to be ashamed of here," the doctor commented. "I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you have beautiful breasts, Crystal."
"Coming from a woman with your background, I am going to take that as a compliment," I said as I returned her sweet smile. I think I was fairly relaxed at the moment.
All the time we were talking I was being ushered over in front of the x-ray screen. Once there Sammy placed her hand under one of my ample breasts and lifted it slightly. "Excuse the familiarity, Love," she almost murmured, "but we want to make sure everything is in focus."
"There's no need to apologize," I said quite frankly, "Your hand is soft and warm, and if you don't mind me say so, exciting."
"Really?" The doctor's face was aglow probably from my compliment.
"Absolutely. I often fantasize about someone playing with my breasts. It doesn't happen enough as far as I am concerned. About that time the radiologist rattled something in her booth. "Oh my God," I cried softly, "I thought we were alone."
"Don't you worry, Crystal," Sammy said reassuringly, "Kimberly and I are very open and honest with each other, and that includes our sexual preferences." She noticed the puzzled look on my face. "I am very partial to the female body. That's why I chose this line of work. It's usually sort of humdrum, but I was honest when I told you that you have lovely breasts."