With all the medical appointments I’ve been having, my colleagues at
work could tell that something was happening. I decided there was
nothing to be gained by reserving the information, and my boss certainly
needed to know, so I filled them in. A couple of people telecommute; I
didn’t tell them immediately.

I still have the biopsy scheduled for tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure I
know what the results will show.

In the office, I weed through a couple of decades of not-yet-discarded
files, disposing of those that are no longer needed, and putting aside
for shredding anything with personal information.

Tomorrow is the biopsy, and then I’ll begin to talk to my family.