After I made my brave post about starting to write again regularly, I went for a mammogram. It was to be the last of the bi-annual, five-years-after-treatment one, the one that would declare me cancer free.
Instead, they found something. Not a lump, quite, but something.
There were consultations. There was research (you know me!). After thinking about it a while, I decided.
I went in for surgery two weeks ago. I am still waiting for the pathology results. See, the slides had to be sent "for further review." So it's either very good news, very bad news, or very weird news. Considering me, probably all three.
I am still writing, but my mind refuses to settle. It's the uncertainty. Once I know, once there's a battle plan drawn up, everything becomes clear and I'll be able to start regular writing again. After all, Tardis!Ianto is insisting that I get back to his Universe. Or else.