There I was happily bowling along enjoying my life.  I took early retirement 5 years from a job I didn't enjoy and was at last feeiling that life was for living and I was going to live it. 
I went along for my three year mammogram not thinking much more than this is a drag and I would rather be doing something else than having my tits squashed. 5 days go by and a letter arrives from Wythenshaw Hospital.  I open it thinking it would say that everything was fine but no, I had to go across Manchester for more tests the following week.
This proved to be the most trying 6 days.  During that time I went every through possibility.