When you are young and careless and pretty and constantly hungover you shove your letters from the gp in the bin because you are late from work, a date, a party... and then somehow life or karma or God gives you a sign to open that letter one day...
I had mild dyscariosis on my cervix according to that letter. By the time I did the effort to read it and get back to the doctor I had 2 little mean lumps of p3 and p4...
Thanks to God or the universe or whatever you belive in I managed to get an operation quickly and after a long recovery I have clean results for 2 years now.
Read that letter. Call the doctor. Make that appointment. We are someone's daughter, sister, wife, lover, best friend... We owe these people our smile every day...but most of all... you owe yourself this.