she sat, bundled within herself, in a pile of nervous apprehension.  she had started to experience a type of physical discomfort she thought she had escaped years before...she contained herself while ruminating over the possible sinister diagnoses.

fear tried to throttle her, but she managed to escape from its grip, at least for now.  she had to stop her mind from generating the projected scenarios...she reminded herself of that proven all purpose one day at a time mantra as the persistent discomfort hammered at her.

she read up on the most dire of possiblities and the various treatments.  knowledge is not always a good thing...especially when one does not really have it. so she closed the website to write, consolidate the experience and read it back.