I felt the lump a week ago.  Small and hard, reminding me of a frozen pea.

Since then it has been a constant stream of hospitals and tests.  I look well, I feel well but I am worried.  The dreaded C word causing a never ending flutter of fear, pulling my mind this way and that.

I wait now for the results.  In the bleak hospital corridor, I read the array of posters adorning the walls.  The hubbub of noise seems to be coming from another time and place because I feel so desperately alone.

Dr calls me in and I follow him willing my legs to hold up.  I watch his kind, weather beaten lined face and it shows no emotion but his eyes tell me everything I need to know without the need for words.

I have cancer.