Inanna was a Mesopotamian goddess who descended into the Underworld to rescue someone. I forget who, perhaps her husband? At some point she performs a striptease, culminating in her own skin, flesh, bone and then she escapes, survives, is triumphant!
Its the classic tale of an ordeal that is character-building; exactly as I expect this little episode to be.
Fears to be faced! I'm so vain, so private, such a recluse…
I found a lump one afternoon, about a month ago. I saw my GP, she referred me to the local hospital, I was told I definitely had breast cancer this morning.
Isn't it curious how calm I feel whilst simultaneously feeling a sense of rising terror?!
I'm like one of those prey animals who drop limply when they feel the tiger's jaw around their neck.
My preoccupations now are:
I was diagnosed last week and have done a lot of pacing and a fair amount of melodrama has been performed since then.
Obviously I'm not going to die, yet I tell my friend I want Rammstein to carry my coffin. I wonder if people will buy me presents, and if it would be rude to drop hints.
I wonder if I might faint with fright or throw up; yet I reassure everyone that I feel absolutely fine.
This is going to be a…
