Proactive, not reactive, especially not OVERREACTIVE!

My cardiologist appt is now for Tuesday, Dec. 9.

I've been reading up on cardiomyopathy. Unlike with other possible ailments I've faced in my life, this time I can't rule it out entirely. Not that I'm diagnosing myself with a heart condition, but thanks to the Net, I was very prepared when the opthamaologist said Karina had optic neuritis.

Those words weren't as scary as hearing "possible MS."

And when the tumor was removed from my head, I wasn't freaking out about it being cancerous. That worry was barely there. My main concern was the nerves that the tumor was around and near. A millimeter off by my surgeon and I could have lost my hearing, vision or facial nerves on my left side.

But as I went under for that procedure, my main worry, if I recall correctly, was more about PURPLE VELVET DRESSES. So, yeah, cancer fears weren't even in my subconscious.

I'm pretty good at internet doctoring. It's about being informed of the possibilities, knowing what to expect, not hearing a possible condition and feeling like somebody just strapped a ticking time bomb to your chest.

I much prefer my reaction to feel like I was punched in the gut.
The Last of Sheila (Coburn)