How Covid nearly killed me

I entered the Covid testing center three days ago, wondering if I’d test positive.

And wondering if the operation to remove this constantly growing, almost tennis ball size, tumour in my groin, would be delayed.

Over the next 48 hours, no Covid Call was received.

And I was able to turn up to the Royal Victoria Hotel at 7:30am on a Monday morning, for admission.

The tumour has now been removed, along with several nearby lymph nodes, unhindered by any mischief from this Covid disease.

But it could have been so different.

And I can’t help thinking what a two week delay, while isolating, would mean for someone in a situation like mine.

And the mental and emotional, let alone physical strain, for those in a similar condition to me.

Who find themselves, before their operation, with positive Covid results.