A friend of mine sent me an amazing article which first appeared in Forbes. It describes an American banker’s ordeal of being trapped in The Taj Hotel during the Mumbai terrorist attacks. Please do read it here.  You won’t regret the three minutes.

Out for a simple dinner with friends, and then….there was a time when I was paralyzed by the fear of random, sudden disaster. How could I plan for anything in my life when you never knew if a brick might fall on your head just around the next corner? I have moved on since then, but this new surprising disruption that is looming before me (ie the operation), and the article above, have brought the question back. How can we plan? Do we dare plan? Perhaps, do we even “dare to eat a peach”?

As it turns out, my operation won’t be until next Monday, the 8th. The good news is that it, therefore, makes everything seem much less dramatic and much less of an emergency. It, of course, also gives me time to drive myself crazy. To guard against the lurking nuttiness, I have been making contingency plans. If they find A, then we’ll do B. If they do “it” via C, then we should plan for D. But when I outline these plans to my husband his response is always, “let’s wait and see.” Very unlawyerly of him. Right now his approach is to handle situations as they arise and not waste energy on double guessing before the facts are in. That makes perfect sense, but I know I need to do the opposite. I need to have a framework of possible reactions, tempered by the understanding that I can be flexible and change direction at a moment’s notice. Last night over dinner, while explaining this all to him, I found myself saying that this, also, is the way I write novels. I have a plan, a plot-line in my head all mapped out. But if some character opens his mouth unexpectedly or turns left instead of right, I can change. I realize now that this “framework of possibilities” keeps me sane. Maybe I’m a control freak. But at least I can walk down the street knowing that if, perhaps,  on the way to some restaurant to meet friends for dinner a brick does fall on my head, then we can rebook the table and go three months later.