Uncertainties

Nobody is sure. Sometimes we all have our doubts. Do I actually exist or am I no more than a figment of someone else's imagination? And in the latter case, does that someone else exist or what? There is little certainty in life, except that I love it, most of the time. But loving something hardly proves a thing.
If that isn't enough, the prospect of a serious disease doesn't help things along. I went into hospital for a small operation to remove a couple of lymph nodes (about fifteen of them). All in all the operation took less than an hour. They shipped the little nodes off to a lab to find out if the cancer in the prostate had spread or not. It would take a week for the lab to find out.
I waited. I wasn't overly nervous, although I did feel my mind and body slowly retreating into an ever quieter state. But what struck me was the extra dimension of uncertainty. Not being 100% sure I exist, I was now confronted with the possibility that my uncertain life might not even be continued, cancer of the lymph nodes being - on the whole - a much worse deal than cancer of the prostate. And I am kind of fond of my uncertain life, whatever it is.
A week later the lab results came back and the lymph nodes were clean. So I stepped through the double uncertainty and came out with the absolute certainty that my prostate will be removed. Unless someone is imagining things.