This morning a doctor gave me an all-clear you-are-not-malignant diagnosis.
I didn't really think I would hear anything else. But last week's routine test didn't look right and had to be further investigated. Even though that's very common and usually isn't a problem, still...
The interim of five days allowed me to think things over.
If I had only a short time to live, what I'd say to God is: make it long enough for me to finish this biography of Elisabeth Chant. Because I think it's part of what I'm here for.
So now once again I have "all the time in the world." And it's very clear which item I ought to put at the top of my to-do list every day.
Even a hint of mortality can be very clarifying.
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Wow, Peggy... I'm glad you're clear of that worry!
What a gift to come out of it with such clarity of purpose, and resolve.
I can see the book on the shelf already.
billie
Many thanks, Billie.
Phew - maybe we need those scares to appreciate health, breathing, work even. I'm glad you got the all clear - my husband just got the same recently. It was such a relief!
And now I'm pretty much back to normal, worried about being late, etc. I need to build in the memory of the rush of relief.
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