I was scheduled for an MRI one Monday morning. The nurse asked me two questions: “Do you have any metal parts inside you?” and, “Are you claustrophobic?” I answered “no” to both questions and confidently entered the room where the big drum of a machine was standing ominously in front of me.

I had so much to do that day . . . that week . . . that month . . . that moment! Demands were pressing in on me from everywhere!