I actually had to call the cancer center yesterday to find out when my appointment is in January. For anyone keeping track, it’s Monday, January 8. This will mean my normal routine of getting a chest x-ray on Thursday and picking up the films on Sunday. It also means that either I will allow myself to obsess over it during Christmas, or I will put it out of my mind and allow it to wait for the new year. Or moments of each.
I like to think that I didn’t know when my appointment was because I am taking life one day at a time and not looking anxiously around the corner. And I wallow in this grace that God has given me.
But there is a little part of me that realizes–like when I triple scheduled myself for 3rd hour yesterday–that I really have become quite a flake. So, maybe I’m just an airhead who can’t manage her calendar.
Either way, ignorance does seem to be bliss.