Today, my doctor ordered me some blood tests, which he knows is one way to make me feel very much better already. I am very blessed to have a GP who is understanding of both my real and very colourful medical history, and my penchant for illness-related anxiety. He knows if I get any inkling whatsoever something could be cancer, I’ll be there in his office in a jiffy, and thus, there I was this morning. But he’s patient, and very firm with me. I’ll get my blood tests, but probably not much else unless something is really wrong. He’s told me more than once to get on my bike when I’ve asked for CT’s, biopsies and a radioactive iodine scan. Besides, if I have one more scan, I’ll probably be responsible for my own leukaemia.