It's like lying on the garage floor and having your car back up over your boob..."now hold your breath and don't move!" Don't worry, you can't move; you can't even breathe.

I've been through perhaps two dozen of these over the years, and have been called back a few times as well. Never a good feeling, especially if you must wait for the follow-up test. And then an ultrasound.

And then you're always wondering...what if they 'missed' something? Never mind--there's another one scheduled for next year.

I've often wondered how men would react if they needed to have their testicles treated in the same manner...