They have been in

Until a week ago I was unbroken, untampered with. That state of unruptured self has been broken: they have been in. And 'they' is the medical profession. I have been opened up and tampered with. Like I have lost a certain kind of virginity, you see, I had my first operation and it wasn't even a big one. In through the belly, whip out a couple of lymph nodes, close up the openings they made and that was it. I was in and out of the operating theatre in an hour. And now, a week later, the wounds have healed, I am up and about. The only thing that bothers me is a recurring numbness I feel in my upper left leg, as if it has gone to sleep or something like that. No big deal.
The bigger deal is yet to come, because nobody takes out lymph nodes just for fun. They were taken out to check if the cancer I have in my prostate has spread or not. That is the big deal, and either way I am in for further tampering with. But hey, what can you do, once you open the doors for others to come in you shouldn't be surprised if they want to come back.
And they will.
See what they find.