You know how when you're going through something really hard, you sometimes wish you had something else to think about? Something that could take away the sound of his voice, the feeling of the last kiss, the image seen through tears of him standing in the doorway of his new apartment. Well, FOUND IT!
Today I went to the dentist so she could fix a filling I cracked. She looked in my mouth and said she wanted to do a couple of tests. I flunked. So now there is a 34% chance that I have oral cancer on my tongue. Awesome. I had to make an appointment for a biopsy today. Cool. Great. Yippee.
I'm sure it's fine. I'm sure that even if it is cancerous, that cancer of the tongue is a lot easier to deal with than almost any other kind of cancer. I already kind of have a lisp from clenching my teeth in my sleep, so it can't get that much worse, and I'm sure I'll heal. But it's scary when people start throwing that word around and start looking at you in that way that was previously reserved for friends asking "How are you?" right after they hear about the breakup.
Which brings me back to a funny story. Last week I told my friend that going through a breakup was what it must be like to have cancer in some ways. People talk to you in sweet, pacifying tones. You start to think there's a better chance than usual that there are things said about you behind your back. And eventually whenever someone asks how you are you assume that they are talking about that. Now there's a 34% chance that I can find out for sure!
you'll just do anything for science, won't you.
science whore.
Posted by: miss kendra | March 20, 2007 at 11:15 AM
Last year, they told me I might have Ovarian Cancer. I think anytime we hear the word Cancer, we freak, right?
I'm sure you'll be fine. I was. And if you need a hand to hold, I have two free!
Or, well, one-- cause I'll totally be grabbing your behind with the other.
Posted by: AJ | March 20, 2007 at 10:29 PM