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.

Idiotic idea of the year: Turn email over to the U.S. Postal Service
Love & Hope — Episode 8:
Regain your sanity by focusing only on things you can control
Time and maturity should change what we believe we need in mates
You’ve been lied to: Freedom and democracy are different things
French president wants to ban homework as unfair to poor kids
‘Vote iPhone in 2012’: Let’s bring democracy to the phone world
I don’t really hate you, honest; I’m just afraid you may hurt me