He was living under the shadow,
On the x ray of his lung.
On the appointed day for the answer,
The consultant remarked, 'It’s not cancer,
Not nearly as bad as we painted.'
Surprisingly, the patient fainted.
Now perhaps there is a lesson here,
That might dispel some anxious fear,
Whatever it is that you’ve been told,
None can know what fate may hold,
That dread that holds your life in thrall
May simply not happen to you at all.
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Marvellous. I know the wait so well, for the news that transpires to be a damp squib that somehow is just lovely to hear. Never Google your symptoms!