Tomorrow morning is the full body CT scan. No more speculation. The results will either be a HUGE sigh of relief, or a sledgehammer to the skull of my family and close friends. Based on all of the blood work and weight loss my doctor is most concerned about my pancreas, prostate, and liver. If you look at the stats, those three are the holy trinity of death for guys in my age group.
It's 12:55 and I highly doubt I'm going to sleep tonight. The brave and funny facade is gone. I'm scared ****less.
Remember the scene with Anton Chigurh and the gas station attendant?
I feel like the gas station attendant right now.
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“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well,
on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away
and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”
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