Farmers heading home from a picnic and an afternoon of gateball (a croquet-like game), Yokaichiba City, Chiba Prefecture, Japan, April 1996, by Michael
My thanks to all of you for your very warm thoughts and good wishes for good results from today's blood test. It is very much appreciated!
I called one of my doctors this afternoon to restate my desire not to be informed of the actual numbers from my test results. If I don't hear from her tomorrow or Monday, it will mean that I'm somewhere within the boundaries of being OK, and I'll continue my current dosage of medication.
At my request, I'll be contacted only if I need to adjust my medication. Whether the numbers are good or bad will remain unknown to me as long as I want them to be.
Some of you may see this as sparing myself unnecessary aggravation by removing a major source of worry from my life. Others may see this as avoiding the problem by ignoring it, even though ignoring it won't make it go away. Still others may see my strategy as a combination of the two.
I'm under no illusions that my medical problem will disappear. I know it's an integral, undeniable, indelible part of me.
But quantifying just how much of a hold it has on me interferes with the business of living.
So, just for today, I won't worry. And tomorrow and on the days that follow, I'll set my sights on that same goal.