Here we go

The mind is a wonderful thing. Amazingly, despite frequent adrenaline rushes, I managed to sleep. I have, however, woken up aching in places I didn't even know I had. This, I know, is related to today's hospital visit. I feel nauseous. I have a headache. It's not so much the examination I object to, I realise. It's going back into the hospital that concerns me. It's the last time I'll be going to this one, since it's being closed down. It's not even the hospital where I received my initial diagnosis and was told I'd need radiotherapy. But it is a hospital, and I suspect I have a phobia about hospitals. I'd much rather go to the dentist to have a filling without any anaesthetic that set foot in side a hospital or health centre. Something to do with spending a lot of my childhood visiting sick relatives in hospital, maybe...

Well, deep breath. In eight hours or so, I will have the verdict.