"You're lucky to be alive."
These are words no one wants to hear. But, if it's said by a neurologist and she is staring at a MRA of your head, then it's enough to strike fear in your heart. And change the way you look at the world around you. This past winter I faced a health scare. Concluding with said visit to neurologist. One specialist and some more testing later I had a diagnosis I could live with. Less grim. More perspective. As the good doctor said, "Are you lucky to be alive? Well, isn't everyone when you think about it?"
Yes. But, to be honest, I hadn't devoted much thought to it lately. Much to busy. Busy juggling work, family, the house and a million other things. Lots of balls in the air. About the only thing I hadn't been handling or dealing with on a daily basis was myself. What little time I had left at the end of the day seemed to valuable to be squandered on myself. So, I lost myself. Forgot myself. Forgot the person I once was. Until I got that wake up call.
Time to wake up and remember certain things. And discover new facets to my personality.
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