I haven’t got cancer.
Well, not where I was worried about anyway. I suppose I could have cancer somewhere else that I don’t know about, but shush you, stop bringing me down.
So hurrah. In your face, cancer, and up your bum.
I went and saw my Mr Doctor Specialist Man today at the hospital, and while I do have to go back for a scan and a follow-up appointment in a few weeks time, he was pretty certain the minute I walked in that what I was describing wasn’t cancer. And then after the examination (he hand warm hands at least) and a painstakingly drawn diagram on a piece of paper that he didn’t really need to do, he just said “so it’s this, and we CAN do something about it if need be, but if it’s stopped giving you pain now then it won’t be worth it and we’ll just keep an eye on it”.
So that’s good news I suppose. I’d have rather in a way that he’d said they would do something about it straight away, because now I’m going to be waiting for it to start hurting again, but he was so confident that it’s not something I need to worry about that it did make me feel better.
So I can stop being morbid, and worrying, and crying now, and try to get back to normal. But I’ll maybe take it easy for a while, just to be sure. And I’ll try to stop writing depressing posts; maybe I’ll post a picture of a nice cat or something in a minute to lighten the mood.