Nervous?

Should I be nervous?  My follow up appointments start one week from today.  They're going to do an aggressive search for cancer throughout my body.  They will also check on Graft versus Host Disease and a bunch of other symptoms that could be signs of something terrible.  The results of those tests will no doubt determine how I'll be for the next year or so.  They will most likely determine how long I'll live.

When I look at the possibilities, I know that I should be worried.  I should be nervous of what they might say or at least anxious of what they may find lurking inside my bone marrow.  Instead, I'm content with whatever they throw at me.  If it's great news, I'll celebrate.  If it's bad news, I'll move on to attack it.  Either way, I'll be fine.  

I don't really understand my genuine lack of concern.  It may a blessing or it may a curse but so far I haven't lost any sleep over what they "might" say.  Maybe it's faith in myself or faith in my doctors ability to keep me alive.  It may even be foolish confidence.  Whatever the reason, I'll cross that bridge next week and I will share the news with whoever may be curious.