Dodging bullets

I went to the doctor today. To a specialist to find out if the ‘thing’ my GP was worried about was going to turn out to be malignant. 

Good news: Benign

Bad news: Everyone doesn’t get this reprieve.

Right on the heels of the WHEW!!!, I found myself thinking of the many people who received less desirable news from their practitioners.

Don’t get me wrong, no guilt here. I didn’t think why-me-and-not-them although I could have, since I haven’t always done the smart thing when it came to health management. But still, why them?

No answer. What is, is. What is not, is not. Is that it? It is. (With a nod to Daniel Keyes and Flowers for Algernon)

But still.

I was terrified, afraid even to tell Mary how afraid I was. The last two days were mental torture. Surely, one of these times – no, don’t go there.

Not this time.I am thinking tonight of the people who got bad news today.

I’m so sorry.