As if there wasn't enough trouble this year so far, recently a Lump came to Light. My doctor sent me to a specialist at the hospital and the consultation followed swiftly.
As I'm no spring chicken, this whole Lump thing has happened several times before for me. It's a brush with mortality, and as I'd already had one of those recently it did seem a little extreme to be going through it on another battle front. The finding of the Lump, in the past, took place with various degrees of urgency, and alarm. One tries to stay positive, and it's difficult to decide who to tell, before knowing if it's a false alarm or not. Usually I keep it quiet, and that has proved useful since so far the strike rate for the big C is pretty poor. But I've had the rehearsals: I've been through the different examinations - from an expert eye cast on the offending Lump, and a scoffing and reassuring "Nah that's just an X/Y/Z", to an urgent MRI scan, or a needle biopsy with technician standing by to examine the tissue, and a surgeon with an operating theatre ready...
Every time so far the eventual or immediate result has been "not malignant". Lucky me!
Now and then the Lump has been cut out anyway. This one is on the waiting list and I have received a letter to say it has been Funded. More good luck!
The current Lump, again, is Not Cancer. Bloody Hell, another escape. Yay.
And you may notice I didn't blog the Lump until it was rendered innocuous. Would I have blogged it now if it had been malignant? Probably not.
But I might have been forced to Facebook it and rally the troops.
Never mind the Lump. I thank my lucky stars I've been spared having to resort to Facebook to get support.