I saw an office mate in the mall one time. I asked her where she went because she went undertime from work. She said she visited her doctor. She has heart ailment. The doctor did some tests on her including running on a treadmill longer than she had expected. I cannot remember how long. To make the story short, while doing her running activity, her doctor asked her if she is in pain or if her heart is aching. She replied, "Doc, it's not my heart that's aching but my legs!" We both laughed. Still the doctor advised her to prepare for a possible operation that would cost her more than 50 gran. Wow. A lot of money.
I cannot help but think about myself. There were times there were aches in my chest that I feel once in a while. Most of the time it happens before my period. But there was a time when the pain lingered for weeks. It was right there on the upper left part of my chest. By the time I decided to see the doctor, the pain was gone like a bubble that popped.
The indecision to see the doctor always come from fear. I have to admit that I am afraid. Even with a reminder that 'an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure' that is almost as old as time itself and is very familiar, I am afraid.
Yes, I am afraid. I seem to be a woman who cannot be scared easily, or be frightened that easy but dealing with the possibilities of lingering ailment is not really easy for me. I am going to have a face off with this fear one day.
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