by I just went through a tiny breast cancer scare. After my yearly mammogram I was called back for more images and possibly an ultrasound. I managed to calm myself down about it, and yesterday I went back and all is fine.
But what I realized is, one of these days bad news will come and there will be no hope of a reprieve. We’re all going to die one way or another. Eventually the news will be the worst you can get and there’s nothing that can be done to save you.
Thank god for denial. It works for me.
I took this while visiting Alexander Hamilton’s home, the Grange. It’s somewhere in the neighborhood, which of course looks nothing like it did when Hamilton lived there. (And, the house is not in its original location, but a few blocks away.)
…Or you die peacefully in your sleep with no pain or anxiety. Wouldn’t that be nice. Otherwise, believing in a scenario of multiple lifetimes based on karma is a type of denial that comforts me. It might just get me through a bad diagnosis.
I would love it if we really do get multiple lifetimes! More chances to get it right.