A few weeks ago, I did something I hadn't planned on doing until I was at least 40 years old or so. I had my very first mammogram at the ripe old age of 36.
And even though I knew getting screened was something I'd eventually have to deal with down the road, I would've preferred to procrastinate and live out the remainder of my 30s not worrying about breast cancer. It's not something anyone really has to be concerned about until they hit the big 4-0, right?
I'm not proud to say that was my philosophy -- up until the moment I entered the mobile mammovan unit and proceeded to strip from the waist up and put on what can only be described as a thin paper sheet. (Which I ripped and had to sort of hold up with my armpit, but that's beside the point.)