Dating out of boredom
Many needles were sunk into my clavicle area—“Tissue is the issue” being a hot slogan in the local Tumorville tongue—and I was told the biopsy results might take a week.
Working back from the cancer-ridden squamous cells that these first results disclosed, it took rather longer than that to discover the disagreeable truth.
You don’t hear it about long-term sufferers from heart disease or kidney failure. I sometimes wish I were suffering in a good cause, or risking my life for the good of others, instead of just being a gravely endangered patient.
It’s not at all good when your cancer is “palpable” from the outside.
Especially when, as at this stage, they didn’t even know where the primary source was. Detection and treatment often work more slowly and gropingly, from the outside in.
For example, an official met for the first time may abruptly sink his fingers into your neck.
That’s how I discovered that my cancer had spread to my lymph nodes, and that one of these deformed beauties—located on my right clavicle, or collarbone—was big enough to be seen and felt.