breast cancer deaths are
increased in women
age 40–49 years
who receive
mammography screening
is evidence-based.
Which means, in plain
and crucial language
that a group has now,
after much investigation
been identified as more,
much more vulnerable,
mammography does cause
more cancers than it detects.
Be careful, my beauties.
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