...in approximately 20 hours.
8am tomorrow morning is an appointment with health services at UMass. For the same problems that have been plaguing my body for the last 6+ years, that none of the 4 or 5 doctors I've been shuffled between has had the decency to hear me out on. And quite frankly, for the first time in the last 18 years, I am afraid. Ever since I found that my 20-yr old brother had testicular cancer and have put together a family history that's beginning to look like it should be documented in an oncologist's book somewhere, I have been haunted by what this doctor's appointment regarding the myriad symptoms of the cumulate past 6 years of my life is going to show to me. Mainly because if I'm following in the collective footsteps of my forebears and my brother, there is a possibility that it may already be too late.