I got to thinking on my walk this morning, “Holy crumb. Twice now modern medicine’s saved my life.”
The first time was when I was born. I was breech. They had to perform a C-section to get me out. If I’d been born in a time when they didn’t know how to do it, or hadn’t perfected it…I wouldn’t be here.
Then, most recently, with my hitchhiker.
It really rocked me when I realized that twice now, just by benefit of the time period when I was born, there was medicine to save me.
That’s a really humbling thought. And kind of empowering.
I’m here for some reason. I don’t know what it is, but I’m meant to be here.
Either that or I’m part cat and I’ve now used at least two of my nine lives. (I can think of a couple other close calls, just not as dramatic as the breech or the hitchhiker, though.)
Wild.
