The x-ray plates are cold. They flatten my breast like a slice of bologna between two pieces of Wonderbread. The buzz of radiation penetrates my skin. I wonder if it is the daughters' whose mothers are under fifty or over fifty who are at higher risk. I wonder if the physicians who recommend that women over forty should have yearly mammograms are right or those who say too much radiation can increase the risk of cancer.
All research is biased.
It depends on how you set up your methodology, how you construct your questionnaires, how you interpret your data. I wanted the alcoholic women in my graduate thesis to show more signs of alienation than the non-alcoholic women. I wonder what's real. I wonder if the buzz of radiation is simply taking a picture of my breast or causing my cells to mutate, to run wild, to grow into an unimaginable monster. You can have a seat right here.