Some women dress to the nines for their New Year’s Eve celebrations, but I like to do something that’s a bit more practical: I show up for my annual mammography during the last days of the year. What? You don’t think boob torture is a great way to welcome 2015? Okay, so it’s not fun. And there’s no glass of champagne waiting for me at the end of the checkup, but the exam brings me peace of mind and as 2014 rolls to its inevitable conclusion—given my less-than-wonderful year–frankly, having peace of mind leaves me feeling downright giddy.