The nut-brown doctor said this afternoon that she hoped it would take four to six weeks to winkle out whether a nodule on my right lung were cancerous and to do something about it.
Medically, she is forced into a worst-case-scenario mode and to assume that, though small and potentially-treatable, the nodule is indeed cancerous. It might turn out to be benign. This cancer template comes on top of a series of other heart-related treatments that currently need fine tuning.
Cancer. I may be in denial, but there is something quite factual in it.
But also, I missed my nap today, so I can't really muster the energy to be frightened or depressed.
I suppose a good night's sleep can rectify that.