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Family history of breast cancer spurs man’s mammogram

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Dalton holds an iPad displaying an image of his mammogram in downtown Los Angeles.
Dalton holds an iPad displaying an image of his mammogram in downtown Los Angeles. Richard Vogel/Associated Press Photo Gallery

PASADENA, Calif. — When I arrived for my first mammogram it didn’t take long for my sense of secrecy to shatter.

Behind the counter were five young women, unoccupied and anxious to help.

“Andrew Dalton, appointment for 8:45,” I say.

“What for?” one asks.

With five sets of eyes on me, I say, “Mammogram,” maybe a little too loudly, trying to prove I’m unembarrassed to be a man getting a procedure almost exclusively done on women.

“Oh,” one says, “that’s over at the breast center.”

Of course. The breast center.

On one level, this is a world I know all too well. My family is fraught with breast cancer: My mom had it twice and died from it, and my big sister had it. My daughter, now 13, has the same history on her mother’s side.

But I found when it came to the details and realities, I knew nothing.

Here are a few things I learned:

• Men have a small amount of breast tissue, similar to girls before puberty. Like any set of cells, it can become cancerous.

• Breast cancer is about 100 times more common in women, according to the American Cancer Society. About 2,500 new cases of invasive breast cancer will be diagnosed in U.S. men in 2017, and about 460 will die from it.

• Men’s symptoms are the same as women’s: Lumps or thickening in breast tissue, changes to breast skin, nipple discharge.

My personal education began a week earlier with a routine physical, when I told my doctor of a slight pain near my lymph nodes. Because of my family history, she wanted a breast ultrasound.

The lab decided a mammogram would be more useful.

I confess curiosity helped drive me to forge ahead and that despite the seriousness of what the test might reveal, I see the humor in it.

“I should probably schedule a Pap smear too,” I thought.

I’m told I’ll get an instant reading afterward. I was only braced for the process, not the diagnosis.

I get emotional as I wait, imagining how often my mother sat through days like this, and much worse.

A discreet nurse summons me into a room. The medical technician looks at my button-down shirt and tells me I don’t have to take it off, just open it.

The machine looks like a combination dental X-ray and George Foreman Grill. I stand diagonal to it. She positions my “breast” between the two plates.

I can see this would be easier if you had more “grabbable” breasts. She has to kind of squeeze my chest to “create” a breast. Then the machine itself squeezes down.

I have a twinge of pain, but as medical procedures go it barely counts as uncomfortable.

“What’s it like if someone is bone-thin, or has rock-hard pecs?” I ask.

“It can be a little harder,” she says.

I, apparently, am not that hard.

She takes two images on the right, then two, each at a different angle, on the left, where the problem was. It’s over remarkably quickly.

The moment of truth arrives within 10 minutes: The radiologist says I don’t have cancer.

The problem is common gynecomastia, a slight excess of breast tissue. Its causes are many, its consequences few.

I let loose a sigh of relief, but I’m mostly excited to spread the good news to the rest of the family.

My relief is sweet but brief. I realize all I’ve done is dodged one rare cancer. All the ruthless everyday ones common for men — prostate, colorectal, testicular — loom large as ever.

For men whose mammograms don’t provide the relief mine did, survivor stories and resources can be found at the Male Breast Cancer Coalition.

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