Jack of Harts

Another “per my previous message,” I’ve been doing a lot of tests lately. I’m approaching the big five oh, my mom is dying of cancer, and my aunt and uncle have previously died of cancer, so I’ve been doing tests a bit earlier than the standard age suggests I should. Some have come back a solid no, for which I smile and feel good. Others have caused other tests to be called for. Today I’m doing the prep for my first colonoscopy. Yes, I get to drink the horrid tea. I get to ride the rocket. I get to commune with the porcelain god. And then they’re going to probe me like I’m an alien abductee. Please pray for me to have the strength to endure this unrelenting and unmerciful torture.