The author explores the impact of a medical event on her life as an analyst and, through the use of clinical vignettes, considers the powerful shifts that occur within the analyst, between the analyst and her patients, and between the analyst and her professional community. Although this was a forced disclosure, the facts symbolically serve as an opportunity to address the question that is raised: Is nondisclosure by the analyst a realistic goal, or an artifact of an idealized and archaic analytic identification that should be reconsidered.