Part 2 of Death came and sat with me
“I don’t feel anything” said the doctor, “where did she say it was?” I told him around the 5:00 or 5:30 position on the clock. He remarked that it can be tricky, because now there was that suggestion, but he still couldn’t definitively say there was anything there. So I told him that waiting until next year was probably the best bet. He said “if you really want to be aggressive about it you could have a biopsy done.” I said I was the guy who waited until I was fifty two years old to even go see a doctor! I could wait a year to get another finger up my ass. He laughed and said something about being on the same page. He shook my hand and walked out of the room.
I went out to the nurses station to make my appointment for next year and chat about my PSA test results. The whole trip over felt kinda anticlimactic. It had rained most of the way over and now it was pouring. I wasn’t in much of a hurry to go out and get back on the motorcycle.
When the skies cleared a bit I walked out to the bike. As I was pulling the rainsuit out of the tailpack I felt a little shudder. I could swear the Universe was laughing as it whispered to me. “No, no, no, you don’t get to know your expiration date! But I got you to submit to another finger up your ass!”
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