It's easy to look back and think 'why didn't I notice earlier?' (you know, before my cancer got to Stage 4), but the truth is that hindsight is 20/20 and when you're actually living through these symptoms they feel so unrelated and random.
The PET-CT Scan (AKA When I Offered to Bite My Nurse)
Today I faced a major fear of mine (having a cannula inserted), offered to bite a nurse, and experienced some kickass cool technology thanks to the NHS.
#MightBeCancer?
But what to do with my preliminary diagnosis? Do I turn to the internet with my as-yet-unconfirmed worries and risk making a drama out of nothing? Do I force my parents' hands into telling our wider family by making my fears public?
Goodbye to Normal
"Can you come in for an emergency appointment today, and is there anyone you can bring with you?"
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