The Lesion
Several years ago, I went in hospital for a check-up on a lesion which had been found on my kidney.
I had three biopsies, nothing could be decided; other than it wasn't cancer. I have my suspicions it is the result of a cycling accident I had when I was 16.
I should have had another check-up in 2017, but Covid began, and things went to the wall. Today, I am in such pain I cannot sit for more than a few minutes at a time as it feels as though I have a sword in my side.
There are two lines of thought in our family; the family wish me to have it checked to see if anything has changed. Whereas, my thought is like the proverb "Let sleeping dogs lie."
I know it may burst at some time, but at the moment the pain is bearable. I stopped taking my pain killers several years ago, for two reasons. I had been taking them for so long, I doubted they were having any effect, and I would rather suffer the pain than risk damaging my kidney. I recall seeing my late father on dialysis, and said I would not let that be me, at any cost.
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