There's a reason I am who I am, but sometimes I forget what it is and have to be reminded by "the universe." Often the reminder is anything but subtle.
I'm talking about this recent cervical cancer scare and how I spent the last two weeks responding to it the way I did. In retrospect, my response was a replay of my response to the diagnosis of breast cancer, in that I was initially terrified and utterly cowed by the doctor(s) who gave me the news that my biopsy was, shall we say, problematical.
The good news is that instead of it taking me six months to get a grip and find my bearings, it has taken me only two weeks.
I have much to say about how I got from "there" to "here" where I am in a completely different frame of mind about the whole thing. I am 90 percent less fearful now than I was a week ago. I just haven't had time to write about how and why this new frame of mind has come about.