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Six weeks is a long time to sit in the unknown. Long enough for your mind to play out every possible scenario. Long enough to feel your world shrink, your priorities sharpen, your patience wear thin.
That’s how long I waited — six weeks — to find out whether the 11mm tumour growing in my calf was cancerous. Not just cancer, but the aggressive kind. The kind that spreads quickly and quietly, that doesn’t always come with a warning.
