I had my first mammogram today and you know what?
It wasn’t bad at all.
How many hundreds of mammograms have I ordered over the years? How many times have I reassured women, it isn’t that bad, without really knowing from personal experience. Now I know and it was no big deal.
I am about a year and half late getting it, though. That’s not good. I finally made myself the priority and made the appointment. I finally took my own advice. I finally decided to take care of myself by letting someone else take care of me. Meaning, I went to the doctor. I was the patient for once.
I have always been a firm believer in prevention. An ounce of prevention is worth a bird in each bush. Isn’t that the saying? I’m really bad at those. I can’t tell jokes, either.
I always want to be prepared, ready, I want to know what’s coming my way. I want to face things head on, knowledgeable and aware. I don’t want to ignore something, waiting around wondering –what’s going on, what’s this lump?
I made the appointment for my physical probably a year ago, but then the doc cancelled. I made another appointment and then I cancelled that one, something just came up. Then I just ignored the subsequent onslaught of emails and texts saying you need to reschedule your appointment. So unlike me. But also very much like me, because it was about me.
I don’t have time for me. I know that sounds ridiculous.
When my patients tell me that they don’t have time to exercise, eat right, take care of themselves, I tell them -make time! Find time! Carve out a piece for you! No excuses!
What an ass.
I did it. I made the appointment. I had my labs drawn. I got my mammogram. My physical. My flu shot. I’m ready. I am prepared. Now I don’t feel like a hypocrite when I tell my patients to do the same. Now I can rub it in their faces. And yours, too. In a nice way, of course.
Make the time for yourself. Make the appointment. Get the test. It really isn’t that big of a deal.
And now I know.