An afternoon in March 2020. I emerged in a daze on to the banal horrors of a London high street. Inside the hospital behind me, a surgeon had explained that not only did I have breast cancer, rather than the harmless cysts that the general practitioner, screening technicians and nurses had assured me were most likely, but the tumour was quite sizeable. It was diffuse, invasive and probably required removal of my right breast.
2020年3月的一个下午。我在一种茫然中出现在伦敦商业街的司空见惯的恐惧之中。在我身后的医院里，一位外科医生向我解释说，我不仅患的是乳腺癌，而不是全科医生、筛查技术人员和护士向我保证的那种无害的囊肿，而且肿瘤相当大。它是弥漫性的，侵入性的，可能需要切除我的右乳房。
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