"Hey, Tammy, how are you? Me, oh, I'm fine. I just had surgery a couple of weeks ago to remove a cyst and my left ovary."
Well, Tammy and I hadn't talked in a while, and she wasn't up on everything that was going on with me. (Although, in truth, if you miss a couple of days in the saga that is Dawn's life, you could get really behind. I do tend to move at the speed of light.)
That's one way to start a conversation. :)
Anyway, I filled her in on the synchronicity between my health issues and the book I had been writing. She had some interesting insights on the connection.
- One might wonder why I had written the original container story if I was just going to cut it out and essentially throw it away. As Tammy said, I had to own my own story. Once I did that, then it was time, in this particular case, to get rid of it. (I don't want anyone to think that I propose that all writers throw away all their stories. Just some maybe. :)
- Tammy thought it was very telling that the piece that was cut out of me was essentially the center (or one of them) of new life. The trauma in my childhood, which was the basis of the container story, prevented life taking place.
- That story was toxic. And it affected the ovary as well. Now the ovary (and the container story) is gone. And I still have one good ovary.
- The container story was the story of Dawn (and that may have been a mistake - writing a fiction story that so closely mirrored my real life story - but maybe, as above, I had to own that story first). Now that the ovary is gone, I can give birth to other stories.
Now here's a thought (and I depend on others who know more than I about female biology) - is there any significance in that it was the left ovary that was removed?
Tammy's insights were fascinating, from a personal standpoint as well as from a writer perspective.