The doctors at Hinduja spoke of TNM like a map of the invasion in my body—T for the tumour’s size, N for if it reached the lymph nodes, M for its cruel migration elsewhere. Stage grouping takes those letters and makes a number, a simpler terrible story for them to tell. And stage migration, ah, that is when better scans find more, so your stage moves up, not because the cancer changed, but because their machines see clearer. What I know is this: all their precise staging could not tell them why my clay, squeezed dry of seawater, felt more true than their cold numbers.
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