“They found something,” he informed me. “But the doctor said there are a hundred things it could be other than cancer.” “They found a growth?” I clarified. “Yes,” he confirmed. “I’m having it biopsied on Friday. I’m going to be fine. Please don’t be worried. I’m not . . . You get one more question.” “Are you in any pain?” “The rectal exam was not fun,” he said. “But I’m OK. I’m going to treat myself to some retail therapy now. I will see you tonight when you get home.” “OK, Bodge. I love you.”
