When I left the colonoscopy clinic, despite receiving the scary uncertain news about the presence of a large polyp whose “management” was as yet unspecified, my heart was brimming with gratitude.
Grateful for the “Voice” in my head that had been nagging me to get a colonoscopy.
Grateful for discovering this thing now, when it’s manageable, as opposed to in 5 years, when it could have been terminal.
Grateful for the excellent care and the technology that allows people to extend their lives through scoping.
Grateful for everything.
Grateful not to be in the “Why Me” mindset; grateful that 25 years of self-help books actually proved to be a good investment.