The consultant loads the scans on his computer and takes some time to review them. I’m studying his face and panicking. After an agonisingly long time, he turns to me.
“It’s good news, the tumour in your nasal cavity is small.”
Relief rushes over me like a waterfall.
“I’ll have that out no problem,” he says, “but, I need to find out the extent of the cancer so take this form to the scanning centre.”
He sends me off for an ultrasound scan to see if there is any sign of cancer in my neck. If cancer cells have got to my lymph nodes, the spread around my body would be swift. With this information echoing around my head, I go back to the scan reception and they see me without delay. I go into the scanning room, take my top off and lay down on the examination table. The…
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