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So...TV medical and crime dramas have really messed up with my sense of how long tests and diagnoses have taken. My uncle has been diagnosed with bladder cancer and I'm amazed at how long its been taking to learn/do things.
(This ignores the two years it seems to have taken for the doctors to realize that he wasn't just suffering a series of UTIs (for Kevy, that would be upper respiratory infections).)
ETA: And on the morbid wendybeth topic I also don't have any real expectation of living to 60. No male relative but one, going back four generations has done so. My dad died in his 40s, my mom's dad died in his 40s. The uncle just diagnosed with bladder cancer is 49.
That's not to say I'm planning my life on the assumption I'll die, I just don't really have any great expectation of being a long-lived person.
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