Terrifying. As a borderline hypochondriac, though, I've convinced myself I had cancer many, many times. This one, though, I was certain about. I'll take the sore hand any day.
Glad to hear about the All-Clear, Jayzus.
I thought that the following Woody Allen gag from his stand-up days might appeal to you.
Eggs Benedict
I had once a pain in the chestal area. Now, I was sure it was heartburn, y'know, 'cause at that time I was married and my wife cooking with her nazi recipies, y'know, chicken Himmler.
I didn't wanna pay twenty five bucks to have it reaffirmed by some medic, that I had heartburn. But I was worried 'cause it was in the chestal area. Then it turns out my friend, Eggs Benedict, has a pain in his chestal area, in the same exact spot. I figured if I could get Eggs to go to the doctor, I could figure out what was wrong with me, at no charge, so I con Eggs.
He goes.
Turns out he's got heartburn.
Cost him twenty five dollars, and I feel great, 'cause I figured I beat the medic out of twenty five big ones, y'know. Called up Eggs two days later - he died.
I check into a hospital immediately, have a battery of test run and x-rays. Turns out I got heartburn. Cost me a hundred and ten dollars. Now I'm furious.
I run to Eggs' mother, and I say: "Did he suffer much?" And she said: "No, it was quick. Car hit him and that was it."
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