Last month, I wrote about my mammogram. Today, it was time for my annual pelvic exam. (I will spare you all the details.) If you are a female over the age of 18, you most likely already know the drill: Undress from the waist down, cover yourself with a sheet of paper, climb into the stirrups and prepare to have every shred of your dignity tossed aside for the sake of the exam.
I look forward to this yearly ritual with the same enthusiasm as one might have towards an ingrown toenail or a root canal, but it has to be done. Years ago, I had a few abnormal pap smears and underwent a few minor procedures to rid myself of those atypical cells. I faithfully show up every year to insure that only normal cells have taken up residence in my girlie parts.
If you haven’t scheduled your yearly exam, be sure to make that appointment. A little embarrassment and humiliation are worth the piece of mind that a negative test result will provide. Enduring a mammogram and pelvic exam is a small price to pay for the gift of being a woman.