The technician is a man, which surprisingly doesn't surprise you. He looks like someone you might see shopping in the supermarket, or selling you insurance. He removes the pillowslip exposing your breasts. His hands are cold. This is not a real man and these are not breasts for babies or making love that he is touching. This is cancer.
Have you ever gone to a high school reunion? I think back about my 10-year high school reunion and remember how it was all about what we were doing with our lives, what college we had gone to, where we were living and the career paths we chose. I was thinking that going to a high school reunion in my 50s would be somewhat the same. It wasn't.