OK, so I've recently found out that I'm eating for two. but WAIT... before you break out cigars or champagne, or cards and oneseys... I'm eating for two and one of us is a Tumor.
Fortunately, not cancer, just a tumor. And extra piece of something in my body that just want to hang out, horde my blood, and grow. Eventually we will have a space issue. So this can't be a permanent arrangement, but for now I think I'll call it Hester. It just feels right.
I have to confess, it's not really that recent that I found out. I've had a couple of months to develop a proper sense of humor about it -- believe me, it did take a little bit of spin to get there, but here I am! And, it's strange to be here, in the midst of the minor tragedies common to adulthood, things suddenly got sort of major... and now it's back to relatively minor.
The second opinion, IS on the horizon.
Well, I'm actually avoiding the second opinion, but not without hope. I'm hoping to reduce the difficulty of the next operation by getting fit. The hope is that by getting healthier, if another operation is needed, I'll recover faster and more comfortably.
I'm almost ready... rather, we're almost ready.
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