Thursday, June 21, 2012

Wait, am I really this old now?!

As if hearing that Bryan Adam's "Everything I do (I do it for you)" was released in 1991 didn't already make me feel old (not to mention the whole being a mom and wife and having 2 cars and house, blah blah blah), today, I scheduled my first mammogram. Yes, I did. Now, technically, I'm not really old enough to be starting those just yet. I have about 5 more years to embrace before really becoming a woman. But due to my specialness (and family history), I was told go do it IMMEDIATELY! So, I did. And felt very, very, well, womanly. But not in a sexy, "I am woman, hear me roar" kind of way. No, in a, "time to schedule maintenance appointments" kind of way.
I know this is very important, and needs to be done. I work with SO many women who are being diagnosed with breast cancer, and who've recently been through treatment, it's ridiculous. It feels like every day there's a new female coworker who has been diagnosed. It's very scary. And especially since my mom is a survivor. I've always known that early intervention would be very important. But now that it's here, really, it feels unreal. Can I truly be old enough to have to deal with this and start thinking about it?
They asked me how old I was today when I called to make the appointment, and even though they said I was too young, when I said "30," it felt extremely old. It's much different than telling the bartender, "yeah, I'm 30" and having him say, "no way! you dont' look a that old!" Sure, the first person was telling me I was too young, and the second person was saying they couldn't believe I am that old, yet, that drink in your hand at the bar makes you feel younger than scheduling a mammogram.
But it has now begun. I have taken my first step at early intervention. I have no desire to be the next person to walk in to work, informing everyone when my surgery is. So, I guess I'll just have to deal with being "that age" now and do what needs to be done.

And speaking of doctor's and doctor's appointments, am I the only who who feels ridiculously stupid putting on the stupid gown thing they give you? I never know if I put it on the right way, and always, ALWAYS seem to rip a nice big whole in the paper they give you to cover up with. If nothing else, that will always have me feeling young and childish!! :-)