Tomorrow morning is the full body CT scan. No more speculation. The results will either be a HUGE sigh of relief, or a sledgehammer to the skull of my family and close friends. Based on all of the blood work and weight loss my doctor is most concerned about my pancreas, prostate, and liver. If you look at the stats, those three are the holy trinity of death for guys in my age group.

It's 12:55 and I highly doubt I'm going to sleep tonight. The brave and funny facade is gone. I'm scared ****less.

Remember the scene with Anton Chigurh and the gas station attendant?

I feel like the gas station attendant right now.

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I'll take your well wishes wholeheartedly.

I will pray for you, too.

I forgot your first name (Ked?) so I'll just say THANK YOU Mrs. Mord!

I will kidnap a baby and send it through a wood chipper then use its guts to create a pentagram then with 6 black candles around it and 1 white candle in the middle of it to call upon the dark lord to use his power to help you Chula.

I'll also rub a Buddha belly and put a jihad on an infidel for you too.

Sending positive vibes your way Chula. Best of luck today.

Best of luck, man. We're all thinking of you. Except Batty. ;) Seriously, fingers crossed and though I'm not a praying man I'll get Karen to say a prayer for you. I'm sure everything will be all right. Let us know as soon as. Be well.

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I'll be thinking of you too, Chula. I can understand that the anxiety must be terrible. Good Luck.

I think something happens to our circumstances as we get older and it can be summoned up by these two quotes:-

When you're young: "As soon as you're awake, there's a train to take that looks like the easy way out."
As you get older: "Sooner or later, it all gets real."

For me, confronting what's real is a lesson that takes a lifetime to learn.