Relevant Everyday Summary:
This morning on the way out the front door, I hear my housemate Tiberio walking toward the front door. I turn around and he has a worried look on his face. I know he doesn’t want to bother me, but he needs some advice from me. I can tell.
He swings his arms from side to side and says he has pain in his upper back. I know exactly what he is worried about. He’s been a smoker for years. He’s again worried about having lung cancer, as indicated by his pain. I remain calm and listen. I know it’s not cancer, but I need to figure out what is causing the pain to calm his mind down.
Last night when I got up to pee, I heard him loudly coughing in his room. I know he thinks the coughing all night and the upper back pain means he has lung cancer. I ask him where’s the pain. We eventually pinpoint it to a knot in his upper back muscles in back of the one of his lungs.
I ask him when did it start. He said last night and it got worse during the night. I know he doesn’t directly want to ask me if it’s cancer. But from the look on his face, this is his real question. [1] I don’t want to answer his unspoken question directly. I don’t even want to use the word cancer in our conversation, unless I have to more directly reduce his fears.
I know it’s not lung cancer, because I’ve been mostly silently tracking his smoking, coughing and lungs for many years. [2] It’s what I do well. I know it’s a fear he has, so I’ve been paying attention to it.
Sooo. . .I ask again, “When did it start?” He says, “Last night, I was sitting in bed with my laptop. I started coughing really hard and then I got this pain in my back right there and it really hurts”. He then explained that the pain was in his upper back to one side in back of the lungs. The pain is constant and not stabbing.
Right then I knew what was going on with him and I simply and clearly explain it. He is satisfied with my explanation, looks relieved and says thanks. I’m glad to help a great friend and I own him a lot more than I’ve ever given him. I go out the door, onto my bike to a coffeehouse to write about it.