I am going through a lot of medical tests lately. And, in keeping with the “James, you’re a freak” context of my life in general, these tests keep giving contradictory – even mutually exclusive! – results.
At my last physical there were some oddities discovered, so my doctor started me on these other tests. He says there is likely nothing to worry about, but we need to have everything checked out.
There is a chance that I may have the same cancer that killed my father. I was exposed to the chemical that caused his cancer and I have already had some problems because of it. The difference here is that unlike my father, I am refusing to be defeated by something as insulting as cells of my body deciding to grow out of control. If that’s what I have, then it’s going to have to go. I don’t have time for it.
Of course, there’s a chance that the oddities are something entirely different. Given my “freak-factor” it’s actually a fairly good chance. My doctor is still puzzled by the fact that I have 2 extra vertebrae, so I don’t think anything else will surprise him very much.