I went in for my biopsy today. Good news is they didn't have to keep me overnight because of low O2 levels like the last time. Bad news is that the spot that concerned them this time is malignant. And my first thought was literally here we go again!
Is it surprising? Yeah, somewhat. But I beat this shit in a different location twenty years ago and I'll beat it again. Of that I have no doubt. Just not looking forward to the process, y'know? Further good news is that it was caught early, treatment options have progressed substantially over the past two decades and I have a wonderful support group that I did not have in 2003.
Next steps are CT and PET scans and we'll go from there.
I didn't have a blog back then so you didn't get to read about it in real time (probably just as well, frankly), but I had been keeping a daily journal for the previous twenty years. Because I didn't know how any of it was going to play out, I even gave up that because I didn't want to it to turn into a morbid, morose pity party.
I kind of know what to expect this time and anything I write about it won't fall prey to that, but I'm still not sure how much I'll share with you guys.
If I've learned anything over the past years, this is just another adventure in this thing we all signed up for called, "Life." Stay tuned.