A Small Patch of Fear, and a Big Reminder

I had hoped for a whole week at home. A week with no airports, no security queues, no lost chargers or boarding groups. Just stillness. But life, with its own mysterious choreography, shifted the plan.

The test results from a recent skin-cancer operation came back and the news was… not great. Not dramatic-movie-scene not great, but just unsettlingly not great. The kind of news that makes the world blur slightly at the edges. The results showed a worryingly fast-moving patch of cancer in my lower calf. I reacted the way most people do: a strange mixture of calm practicality and a little private terror. You tell yourself you’re fine, you make tea, you answer emails, all while a small internal voice is whispering, what if it’s worse than we think?