Necessary Equipment
Saturday. So yesterday the doctor said he didn't think is was cancer or a badly behaving tumor that was leaking adrenalin like chemicals into my blood stream, but just a regular kind of tumor that was attached to my kidney and shows up on the kidneys of something like a fifth of the current population. Of course the renal artery could be clogged, but that wasn't his area of expertise. We'll need both another CT scan in six months to see that its not going through any disturbing changes and another set of blood tests to be sure the one abnormal reading he's noticed isn't relevant. He's pretty sure I can comfortably turn my attention to other matters now that these questions have been answered. OK, I said.
This has been on your mind?
I've learned you pay attention when they say, well, we'll need more tests as this test seems ambiguous. Nothing to worry about, you understand, but let's put you inside one of those big expensive fifty ton scanners to see if your body has wandered into unpleasant territory. So you get poked and scanned and then you go back and see, deedle-dee-dee, if you're fucked. I undoubtedly have adventure ahead but not, evidently, for the moment.
The Cherry Blossom Parade tomorrow. I'm charging batteries and packing necessary equipment. One does not want to go on a photographic expedition without necessary equipment.
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