I had a dream last night that the cancer came back. Or rather, that it had never really left.
I'd had a test of some sort and it revealed that I had tumours in my chest and abdomen. There was nothing I could do to make it go away; just eat well and take good care of myself.
And it was sort of implied that the cancer had metastastized (spread, invaded, colonized) because I hadn't been taking good care of myself.
Not that hard to deconstruct.
Where my consciousness fears to tred, my subconscious takes me.
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