But for now, let me turn to the good news.
Well, good news doesn't cut it. It is amazing news. Some of the best news I have ever had.
Of course, I'm not out of the woods forever. And the tests they did didn't rule out tumours in, say, my lungs or brain, adrenal glands etc. etc. etc.. But I have a spirometry scheduled in a couple of weeks, so if there's anything wrong then that may pick it up. Besides, the fact that my CgA (Chromogranin A) levels weren't elevated is a good sign for lots of different types of Neuroendocrine Tumour (NET). And anyway, the news itself is top news, so worrying about the slight possibility of having a tumour that would not be picked up on those tests, or being in, say, the 30% of people whose 5-HIAA levels or CgA levels aren't elevated, even in the presence of the right kinds of tumours, is irrational right now.
I can just about put to one side the fact that the letter is written in Comic Sans.
So, here's a song that captures the mood I'm in: