The past weeks have been pretty stressful, truth be told. I assure you there is a valid reason. See, an aunt of mine is currently going through treatment for breast cancer while another aunt had to undergo an operation fairly recently for fear of developing the same illness. Needless to say, I was afraid…very afraid.
So after wallowing in denial for a few weeks, I finally went for a check-up today. Glad to say that everything seems fine and that I am not going to die anytime soon due to obvious health conditions. Honestly, last night I was lying in bed thinking of how my parents should distribute my most treasured possessions in the event that something should happen. You may laugh now, but it really wasn’t funny.
Today, I walked out of the hospital a born-again woman. You seriously cannot walk out of a hospital – after having done all the tests they did- without feeling like you have accomplished something. They pricked my finger for god’s sake! Anyways they say that check-ups should be done on a regular basis once a woman reaches her 20s. For me, it started today. It really wasn’t that bad. The waiting, avoiding and not knowing was a 100 times worse than any of the tests they did.
It was funny that at first I couldn’t meet the doctor’s eyes because she knew something I did not know - that being the procedure and all. After the tests were done, I looked her straight in the eye, smiled and said ‘thank you.’ For a moment at least, we were on the same level. Woman to woman. It was an exhilarating experience.
Hmm...it is incidentally the international womens day today, isnt it?
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