I tried out lots of ideas for blog post titles.
The other title that came closest: "Heads and Tails"
So, I got some unfortunate news yesterday. Had my first colonoscopy this week, and was happy to have that completed. It's a few years past when they suggest you first get one, but I had good excuses. From age 50 to 52, I really didn't want to do it. I mean, wholly and completely had no interest. Then, my interest didn't improve, but came to the conclusion I probably should. Soon after I came to that epiphany, boom, brain tumor. Other priorities. Still, something I need to do. So I went to the gastroenterologist. Started setting it up. Then, boom, CoVid. That, plus I was going through the bonus chemo. The doc and I agreed it could wait. But, bonus chemo ended. Ban on non-critical medical procedures eased. So, I persisted, and set up the procedure for this past Monday.
The preparation was as unpleasant as people warned me about. I will not go into it here, or ever. But I did it, got the procedure, and was feeling very proud of myself. The doc removed some polyps and said he'd get back to me. Or at least that's what Jill tells me. They knock you out for the actual procedure, which is such a good idea. And I was still very groggy for the debrief.
But I was not at all drugged yesterday when the doc called me and told me one of the smaller polyps had tested positive. I have colon cancer. That's all I know right now. I think I will get a CT scan soon to see how serious it is, if it's early or late, likely get myself an extra oncologist, and then start looking at treatment options. I think this will happen next week.
Since my blog has been mostly about cancer already, I don't think I need to move to a new blog for this. So that's an upside. I do wonder if I should change the name to cancerpieces.blogspot.com. And for the record, I don't (think that I) have cancer of the knees or toes. Just wanted a clever name to lighten a truly shitty week. Pun kinda intended.
I'm heartsick to hear this, my friend. I love you, Russell. Lots. And always. My prayer is you're catching it early, the cancer is contained in the polyp/area and you're good to hook. PS--we've all seen your knees and toes and they're nothing to brag about.
ReplyDeleteLet us pray that this is stage 1 deal-- totally treatable and fixable. Life is not frigging fair, my friend. Sending loving thoughts your way.
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