Spring 2011 - Worst Case Scenario
How many times have you caught yourself saying,'Well, with my luck (fill in the blank with the worst case scenario for what you are dealing with)'? I find myself doing this more than I like to admit. Several weeks ago, during a particularly trying time in our lives, my husband and I were driving home from a very scary visit to our vet's office. We had taken both our dogs in for their yearly routine exams having no clue anything could seriously be wrong with them. When the
vet found a large, very suspicious mass on one of the dog's chests, he soberly told us he didn't like what he saw and would let us know the pathology results in 5-7 days. On the car ride home, I burst into tears and told my husband, 'We just can’t catch a break these days.' My husband was very calm and told me to just keep my emotions in check until we knew what we were dealing with.
That was the longest week of my life. My stomach was in knots, I couldn't eat, couldn't find joy in anything, and basically just wanted to curl up in the fetal position. My dogs are brothers and extremely close. All the worst case scenarios of how the other dog would go on without his brother kept running through my mind. It was horrible. The test results finally came back and showed that the mass was large and in a very bad spot, but was benign. A great deal of money, a quick surgery and recovery later, and our pup is back to normal.
This whole incident made me take a serious look at why I am always ready to jump to the worst case conclusion. Am I trying to protect myself? Get my armor up and ready for battle even though it might not be needed? Why can't I be more positive and optimistic? Does it always have to be the darkest day in my brain?
I think a lot of us do this. We expect the worst and the worst hardly ever happens (thank goodness!). But when it does happen, it rocks our world, and we decide to not be caught unprotected again. So, next crisis, our minds go into overdrive and we imagine what it will be like when the world falls on our heads so we can be 'ready.'
While this is just human nature for some of us, starting now I am going to make a real effort to temper this impulse. Spending those 7 days imagining life without my beloved dog was in no way good for me or my family. And, of course, as it turns out, totally unnecessary. I am going to try to put my imagination in a lower gear, be realistic when things come up, but not panic and freak out. I know this will be harder than I think, but in the long run, it will balance my life, allowing me to be a more positive presence for myself and a more positive force in the world.