Today I had my first mammogram.
I wasn’t looking forward to it but it had to be done.
Unexciting medical procedures save lives and this lady wants her life for as
long as possible.
This reminds me of so many other firsts:
My first wobbly steps. (Well, I don’t remember them
but clearly I took them because I walk fine now.)
My first time riding a bike. (Technically I don’t remember
this exact moment, either. But it’s such a milestone so it warrants a mention.
What I do remember about learning to ride a bike is this: I was a shy kid, not
at all a daredevil, and I was quite nervous about riding a bike. How on earth
would it stay up? It took me a long time to believe that this could work. Ditto
for first swim.)
My first time driving. (I was 15 in a big, empty
parking lot and Dad told me to just steer around for a while. The accelerator
was surprisingly sensitive. Did not hit any trees, fences or walls. Go, me!)
My first time falling in love. (Age 19. Fell madly in
love. It’s an amazing feeling. We humans are meant to connect with others in an
intense way. It crashed and burned two years later and I was heartbroken. But
at least I tried. I didn’t let fear keep me from falling deep. It seems like
all of these firsts involve risk and falling, and getting back up again. Some
firsts are harder than others but you keep trying.)
The first time I talked to my future husband. (I saw
him before I talked to him and I thought, “WOW—who is that?!” Lucky me, I soon
discovered that his friendly ways and funny personality grabbed me as much as his
looks did. I had met The One.)
When I had my first child. (The love you feel for
your child is overwhelming. It’s exhausting to parent a newborn but it’s full
of wonder, too. He was, and is, a treasure, full of surprises. When I had my
first daughter, and my second, the joy and awe were just as amazing as the
first time. But now we had pink clothes.)
The first time my birthday had a “4” at the beginning of
it. (A year ago. I dreaded it, I really did. Aging is hard on the ego—I
don’t care how many cutesy sayings you can find about the wisdom you earn with
age. It’s still hard. But I am glad to say that turning 40 wasn’t as bad as I’d
feared.) Which brings me to…
My first mammogram. (Once you’re 40, you need to do
this. I’ve been a bit sluggish in making the appointment but it’s time. I was a
little nervous but I wasn’t dreading it. I’m grateful we have such good medical
care in this country, and I need to take advantage of that. I can say that
while it was somewhat uncomfortable it was really no big deal and if anyone
reading this is over 40—or has a family history of breast cancer—and hasn’t
gone, please make an appointment. I’ve been much more anxious during other
medical and dental procedures. This was no biggie.)
Other firsts come to mind: the first time my son rode his
bike. My daughter’s first overnight at a friend’s. My youngest child's first day of
school. I hope there are a lot more firsts in my life. I want to learn new
skills and new art techniques. I’m excited for the day when my nephew gets his
first tooth, takes his first steps and the first time he comes up with a
half-gibberish nickname for me.
Firsts can be scary, no doubt. New things are unfamiliar. But even the ones we dread may provide some silver lining. Let’s
celebrate those milestones.
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