I love the term "Kafkaesque," but had never thought of applying to the process of a cancer diagnosis. As soon as I read the headline alone, I got it, though. I went through this while looking after my mother during her treatment...from the lead up to the diagnosis, to the diagnosis to the actual treatment.
It started with the doctor at the local medical clinic being concerned about a growth in my mother's mouth and referring her to an ENT. That appointment would be in several weeks, then a biopsy scheduled several weeks after that...then an appointment with the ENT to discuss the biopsy three weeks later...meanwhile, all these doctors are talking to each other. My mother goes to the local health clinic for something unrelated and mentions some symptoms to the receptionist, who replies, "Yeah, those are common side effects to chemo..." To which my mother says, "Oh? I'm getting chemo am I?" ...the receptionist could only give an "oops" facial expression.
Then the meeting with the ENT to discuss the biopsy never happens, anyway. Instead, my mother gets an automated phone call from the big city hospital saying "You have an appointment with Dr. Ugonnadie at the Cancer Centre on Tuesday."
...so, for all the secrecy and, "you need to come in and talk about this in person in three weeks..." it gets let out of the bag by an automated phone call. In retrospect, yeah, felt pretty Kafkaesque.