I almost got killed by an ambulance

I almost got killed by an ambulance.
Wouldn’t that have been ironic?
I’m a 2 million dollar woman after all my health care, and then I get t-boned by an ambulance when I’m going north on Brookline.
It happened just like in the movies and commercials. We were driving along, going through a green light and then WHOA!
Headlights. Right next to my window. A siren and a horn blaring.
Whoa. I really thought I was going to die right there.
All I could do was laugh after my escape from death. Allen decided to make jokes to the cabbie. He was talking about “Those crazy ambulances” and “they think they own the road.”
I couldn’t even talk.
This was almost a year ago, but it’s memorable while I’m sitting in my hotel room, listening to the hundreds of ambulances driving by wailing.
I can actually sleep through this kind of noise. I have experience.
My dad can also sleep through them, but I think he’s a little on the deaf side.
It keeps both Jon and my mother up for nights. It constantly reminds me of where I am.
Where was I a year ago when I almost got flattened? I’d all ready relapsed from my first transplant. I’d all ready gone an extra round of radiation to keep my cancer contained. I was praying it wouldn’t pop up next time outside the radiation field, but it did. Maybe not the next time, but at least the time after that.
I hope I can look back in the future and get the joke. I want to understand the irony. I can all ready laugh at myself, but I’d like to see the reason.