It makes a great reference point. This will make more sense once I start posting about the MRI used to evaluate my fibroids.
When I turned 30, I wanted to do something huge (and slightly crazy). A dear friend decided we should round up some folks and go skydiving. That just sounded too cool. Didn’t seem to matter that I had never even been on a plane before. Minor detail. No big deal.
Because this was my first experience, the jump was tandem (me connected to an instructor). Got through the training and was excited to enter the plane. Felt that self-induced shot of adrenalin as the plane left the ground. Could not avert my eyes from the window. The clouds, the blue sky. Being up that high for the first time was breathtaking, mesmerizing. I remember hearing one of the experienced jumpers asking if I was OK and my friend responding that I had never flown before.
The moment arrived. It was my turn to exit the plane. With a tandem jump, the instructor was the one who actually pushed off. I had to walk to the edge, dangle my feet outside, and then observe nothing under them but thousands of feet of air. To me, that was the hardest part. A true test of faith.
I will never forget any of it. Closing my eyes in the doorway. Opening them when it felt like I was flying. Having a cartoon moment when, after opening my mouth, my jaws felt like rubber. Really enjoying the free-fall. Observing the absolute beauty of the world while under the canopy. Panicking slightly when I realized the ground was approaching quickly. Feeling relieved and exhilarated when I reached the ground and proud when the experienced jumpers shook my hand and slapped me on the back. The camaraderie in this sport was amazing.
Unforgettable. If you ever get the chance, do it. I’ve carried that feeling of accomplishment with me since and often use it as inspiration.
Now, let’s compare this to an MRI…