When you're reminded you are here on borrowed time
SO it turns out it was no harm I had the probe. In fact, they were telling me I was very lucky I did. I think they were a bit exasperated that I didn't see it that way. I knew on some level that this was a good thing, that these potentially dangerous things had been excavated and that we will now be keeping a good eye. I knew I should be cracking open the champagne. But I have to admit I was a bit taken aback, too.
When you get rocked out of your secure little existence and faced with some home truths, it can tend to make the world go slightly grey for a while. Everything looks and feels a bit different when you are reminded that you are here on borrowed time, that none of us has a God-given right to serve out the full innings, and that things can happen, completely randomly, that are out of your control – nothing to do with lifestyle, that can totally screw you up. And the chances are you won't even feel them until it's too late. A bit like life, really,
And good doctors don't varnish it either. They make no allowances when they are dealing with chronic hypochondriacs. They will reassure you. But they won't tell you everything is perfect. And the truth, as Kurt Vonnegut says, can be powerful stuff. Because people don't expect it.