Well, this time next week, I'll know where I stand. The hospital visit will have been and gone - and I hope I won't need to go back until January, but, as usual, the doubt is tapping at the back of my mind, whispering insinuatingly worrisome concerns and keeping me awake at night.
At least marking exams is (sort of) keeping my mind occupied.
However, have you ever noticed that when you're worried about something, you hear about it, read about it all the time? This week, I've lost count of how many times the word "cancer" has appeared over the horizon, taunting me with a merry toss of its head. Even horoscopes seem to be in on the act - every time I glance at one, the first sign I see is.... Cancer.
At this rate, I'm going to expire from worry before I even get to the hospital...
At least marking exams is (sort of) keeping my mind occupied.
However, have you ever noticed that when you're worried about something, you hear about it, read about it all the time? This week, I've lost count of how many times the word "cancer" has appeared over the horizon, taunting me with a merry toss of its head. Even horoscopes seem to be in on the act - every time I glance at one, the first sign I see is.... Cancer.
At this rate, I'm going to expire from worry before I even get to the hospital...
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