I'm seeing the doctor, today, about a mole on the back of my left ear. The old terror of cancer has me fearing the loss of my Darwin's point and the result of a notch out of my cartilage.
Every single time I've had a cancer scare, the damn thing's been benign and in recession. On the way out, and not even dangerous.
I know, sooner or later, one's probably going to get me, but... so far, precedent is on my side.
I shall see what the actual diagnosis is before I get to panicking. I need to stay cool about this thing.
Absolute terror in five... four...
Meanwhile, I shall focus entirely on the nonsense that needs to be done.