I Am Not a Fan of Nightmares Coming True.
A few weeks ago, my wife was having stomach problems and some pain. She went to the doctor and was diagnosed with gallstones. The specialist she went to recommended removing the gall bladder, and she made an appointment for the surgery. The night before, my wife had a nightmare that they'd discover cancer. We both laughed it off in the morning, as there was no reason to think that'd be the case.
The surgery was supposed to be laproscopic and take about an hour. After about six very scary hours, she finally came out of surgery. The surgeon told me that they'd found some "scarring" and had to do conventional surgery. Not fun and the recovery took a lot longer, but she's moving around well now and well on the road to recovery. And then yesterday we got the pathology report and learned that her nightmare had come true. The "scarring" was carcinoma. And it's almost certainly in the bile duct as well as the gall bladder. She's going back in for more surgery a week from Thursday. With luck, they'll get it all. If not...well, I guess we'll burn that bridge when we get to it.