Some months ago I read about a woman who celebrated each birthday with a mammogram. That woman would not be me. Had it not been for my friend Liz's astonishment when she learned that I'd never had a mammogram, and my friend Jane who, being equally dismayed, proceeded to schedule the doctor's appointment for me, it may have been another five years before I'd gone. And I should have gone five years ago. As I drove home, I couldn't help but wonder -- is it possible that going to the doctor/getting a mammogram is as difficult for me as it is for some women to dare to dream?