This afternoon I visited the Breast Care Center for the first mammogram I've had since the one last June that started this whole cancer journey. I tried not to think about the upcoming appointment, expecting (and hoping) that it would be routine and uneventful. I told myself that if I could get a routine mammogram under my belt, I would feel better about charting a new course for my future life as a cancer survivor. Well, the routine exam I was hoping for didn't exactly pan out the way I was expecting. I reported to the front desk and went through the usual check-in with my insurance cards. I even showed up ten minutes early, hoping to get it behind me faster.