As I waited to pull onto U.S. 11 just a few miles from my house Wednesday evening, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual about it. The highway is busy that time of day, with two lanes of traffic in each direction and a turn lane in the middle. I’ve crossed those lanes hundreds of times, and I had no way of knowing this time was going to be different.
Traffic was heavy, but I was going to have time to cross to the other side if I timed it well. Just as I pulled out, though, an oncoming car did something I didn’t expect. I accelerated to get out of the way, barreling into the turn lane, where a car coming from another direction had just unexpectedly moved. I changed directions once again and ended up in yet another lane, startling another driver.
I’d almost hit at least three cars. I pulled off the road to think about this.
When a doctor first diagnosed me with breast cancer two weeks ago and said I had to have surgery, I expected to go through changing emotions in the days leading up to the experience. But knowing that and experiencing it are two entirely different things. Four days before I’m scheduled to be cut on next Monday, I can say I’ve had a number of emotions creep up on me unexpectedly.

Each loss makes me feel grateful for the irreplaceable ones I love
Food addiction means you’re missing something important that you need
Ignore the happy face it presents: Coercive state points a gun at you
Want to change your life forever? Pursue growth with your partner
Some people hate their enemies so badly that fairness doesn’t matter
Is AI software a useful tool or does it dictate how I see myself?
What if ‘the Good Old Days’ were never as good as you remember?