A is for Anxiety
Out of the blue, an insidious private festering was developing in my husband’s bowel; a solitary spread of cells in slow time.
When the blue eventually darkened, the GP recommended tests. The hospital didn’t. The GP demanded. The hospital agreed. It was likely to be an ulcer. All the same, you never know. What is it that you never know? No one says.
An MRI scan was the first test. We arrived early, checked in with the receptionist and sat in the waiting room.
“William Pelvis 10.15”