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I managed to be sufficiently busy this weekend not to worry much about cancer, life issues and mortality. But the next round of checks are two weeks from today, for bloodwork and CT scan, and two weeks from Wednesday for the oncology consult.
It's gnawing at the back of my mind. Either I'll lose close to a year of my life at untold emotional and social costs, or I'll be fine. The next bridge on my highway of life may be out, and I won't know until I reach it.
In the mean time, I continue to go 900 mph in every direction, ignoring the panic which seeks to consume me.
It's gnawing at the back of my mind. Either I'll lose close to a year of my life at untold emotional and social costs, or I'll be fine. The next bridge on my highway of life may be out, and I won't know until I reach it.
In the mean time, I continue to go 900 mph in every direction, ignoring the panic which seeks to consume me.