On being told the lump in your breast is only fatty tissue.
Does it disappoint you that you don’t have to face that drama that you’ve always felt must fall upon you some day? Does it disappoint you that the opportunity to tell them you told them so has passed you by again? Surely something must come of these hospital appointments and intrusions. Of course you would cry. It would hit you like a ton of lumps. The course of your life completely changed. But when illness comes, or other uncontrollable life alterations such as pregnancy, suddenly you recognise that you are powerless – the choices have already been made for you. And there is something satisfying in this. No more struggling with making decisions, no more self-indulgent concerns about what you’re going to do. Suddenly you just have to live…or die.