There are rumors I have tumors

It's funny when I look back over the events of the past few weeks when I think about the various coincidences that have put me on the path that I'm on today.
This year my boss approved my attending an information security conference in London for 3 days.  Cost-cutting measures had made this impossible for the past two years, but I had managed to convince him that this was necessary for my "continuing education". Off I go to the RSA Conference in London, Oct. 12 - 14th.
So alone in the calm of my London hotel room, I was massaging my abdomen to relieve the symptoms of my usual travel constipation when I discovered The Lump.  I also started noticing that I had to urinate more frequently than usual and that I had unusual pains in the abdomen, sometimes dull and pulling, sometimes sharp.  I kept examining my abdomen over the next few days and nothing changed, so upon my return I made an appointment with the gynecologist who had done minor surgery on my bladder last year.
His office is equipped with a sonogram and after the exam, he declared that it was "nothing gynecological", but he did order a urine test to make sure I didn't have an infection.  Since I was to see my regular gynecologist in 3 weeks he put her on the list for the test results.
So I waited to see my regular gynecologist for my annual check-up and I mention The Lump to her.  She checks the urine analysis to see that indeed there is a slight infection for which she writes out a prescription, and then she examines me.  She seems unsure as to what it is and advises that I make an appointment with a gastro-enterologue (which will take about 3-4 weeks to get in to see him) and suggests that I follow the evolution of The Lump in the meantime.  But she doesn't seem overly concerned or alarmed.
So I head for my place in France for a long weekend and I'm vacillating in my head between "big poop" or "cancer".  A wise girlfriend whom I called to share this schizo frame of mind, asks me "Do you really want to wait a whole month to find out what's going on? What else can you do?".  Flash of insight:  go see the family doctor, Dr. Queval, in our little village.  I tell him the whole story and essentially ask him to reassure me while waiting for the next appointment, but he doesn't seem happy after the exam and prescribes a blood test (with cancer markers) and a scanner.  So I convince myself that I have diverticulitis.
Monday back in Brussels, I get the blood test done and then go see the family doctor there, Dr. Forton, for other reasons and mention to him the fact that I've been pre-occupied by my health and The Lump.  So he examines me, and *really* doesn't like what he feels and prescribes an emergency sonogram for the abdomen the next morning.
Tuesday morning (Nov. 16), I'm in luck!  I call the clinique for the appointment and someone has just cancelled that morning and they can take me at 10 o'clock.  The radiologist does the sonogram and tells me that he would like to do the CT scan immediately.  After the exam, he calls me into his office to give me the CD and the written results to take to Dr. Forton that evening.  I know that something is not right when I notice that he has trouble making eye contact with me.
Tuesday evening, I take the results to Forton, who reads through and tells me that in addition to The Lump there are 4 other nodules that were detected in the abdominal cavity.  Never one to mince words, he tells me "You've got cancer and it has already metastisized.  Now we have to move fast!"
Rumors confirmed.
My denial stage lasted about 15 seconds.