I walked into the room and sat up on the big cushiony table. I glanced over at the computer monitor. It had my name, age, sex (mismarked female). Down at the bottom:
“Lump in Neck. Multiple Thyroid Cysts.”
In that moment – even though you tell yourself it’s likely nothing serious – you feel what it might be like to find out the worst.
The spectre of mortality produces a clarifying state of mind. In that state of clarity you think of all you’ve done and all that’s left to do. I’ve seldom managed to be satisfied with the present. But surprisingly, as I sat in the examination room, I felt pretty good about the life I’ve lived thus far. I felt especially thankful for my time with Jennifer these last five years. I felt proud of the album I’ve recorded, which is due to release soon, and pleased that I scratched and clawed my way into Yale after years of trying.
Turns out they’re 99.9% sure that the cysts are benign. So what’s next?
This blog is one of a hundred things I’ve meant to do.