I had myself dead and
buried in my mind. It turned out to be small, insignificant, and benign. Then 8 years later my gyno called me at school. I knew it was serious, because he never called, his nurse did, and it was never at work. Well, for some strange reason I took it all in stride. I never did become afraid, even after two operations and 6 months of Carboplatin plus another chemo I have forgotten. The human mind is a strange thing. It is frightening, especially when you are so young.