She brings me to a different room where I lay on a slab while a male tech performs the ultrasound. As I am lying there, I realize just how fragile life is and thoughts of my husband, children and grandchildren kept going through my mind. It became clear for a moment that they are really all that matters in this life. Just for those few moments I saw with clarity just how much time we spend on stuff that just doesn't matter. If the news turned out badly today, my life would change dramatically. I would want to spend as much time with those special people as possible.
Well, after they left the room to consult again with the radiologist, I lay there feeling very vulnerable and alone. It was only about five minutes, but it seemed a whole lot longer. Finally the original tech arrives to tell me that it turned out to be normal tissue and suddenly life changed once again. I got up and returned to the world almost as if nothing had happened. It felt like I had fallen into some kind of time warp. I did vow during that brief time that I would take better care of myself; that I would really try to live well and full. Perhaps having the story documented will help me remember; just maybe.
Thought for the day: sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones; not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. they come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and almost never leave. Our lives are measured by those. Susan B Anthony
