It is crazy what the mind does when it is left up to its own devices. I was up late reading a book the other night and a character dies. Nothing to do with cancer, he got shot on a Ferris wheel and fell to the ground (Stephen King deaths lol), but one thing led to another and he was cremated. Now, throughout this nonsense, not once have I entertained death. There is literally no reason to - from the first meeting with Dr Lala, she stressed we weren't fighting against the clock. It wasn't something that could spread to elsewhere in the body (which blew my mind as you'd think the absolute opposite for cancer of the blood!). But that night my mind was overcome with what if this, and what if that. What if I was one of the tiny percentile who were really unlucky? What if it had spread somewhere and this wasn't a case of dealing with just Lymphoma but dealing with lung or brain cancer? You have to remember, all my brain can think about is that Lymphoma is a cancer of the...