I seem to get a little agitated a few days ahead of my PET Scans.
I become insufferable to loved ones around me and a cranky old man yelling at kids on his yard to those who observe me from afar.
These tests are designed to find unusual activity within me on the part of my unwelcome cancer guests and I really fear the outcome each time we do this.
So far, these unwelcome little bastards have been mostly dormant and I appreciate this respite from another round of medical magic but I also accept the statistics that lead me to be less aspirational as these things go.
So, I say: Light Me Up with your nuclides and good luck fox hunting in my being. Or, maybe bad luck doing this?