I don’t have a cancer-worm in my head!

This is not to say, mind you, that there isn’t a tumor. There is an evil golf-ball sized-ish sumnin-sumnin all up in my brain-space (more accurately, all up in my brain, period) that’s jacking up my swag, BUT it is not cancerous. Which we kinda knew already, because the little bugger appeared to be slow-growing and that’s not how cancer usually rolls.

But anyway, the confirmation is a wonderful thing to hear. Because this whole “laugh-it-off” vibe I’ve been pushing? I’ll tell you something, if the c-word had been brought into the equation in the positive, the result upon my attitude would have been similar to what would happen if one were to take a bazooka to a house of cards which just so happened to be built upon a large pile of explosively radioactive material.

Not quite as much of a fun person to be around, eh?

Seriously though, this news/official confirmation is a huge, and I’m talking Billy Fuccillo-sized HUUUUUUUUU-GEEEeeeee blessing to hear. So now I, for one, feel a lot better, yet my poor mother can’t decide how she feels about this. She had it in her mind the whole time, that, “Probably not cancer, probably not cancer, probably not cancer, probably not can- Oh, it’s not cancerous? Well, we knew that.” So she’s kinda stuck right now.

Me, though, I’m pretty jazzed about this news, because, in contrast to my mother’s “Probably not cancer,” voice, mine was whispering “Sure, probably not, but it might be,” because those are the sort of games my (not cancer-stricken) brain likes to play with itself. Whee, thanks, Sean.

But no more! Now I get to mentally dance around my tumor, flipping the bird with both hands and singing my little mocking mantras, “Ha ha! You aren’t cancer-ous! Ha ha! You aren’t cancer-ous! Ha ha!”

So what does all this mean, in terms of treatment? No clue yet. It isn’t a cancerous tumor, as I’ve said quite a few times already, but as far as I know I might still need radiation to get rid of it. After all, it is in my brain, and that organ tends to be particularly touchy when it comes to scalpels. But, I have an appointment on the 11th to have a chat with my doc about my next steps, so more info on all that is forthcoming, I promise.

Also, before I forget, I wanted to apologize for the quality, or complete lack thereof, of my last post. I’d love to use the “I was out of it, due to my, like, drugs” excuse, but that only goes so far and just, ugh. I’m sorry about that.

However, the sentiment to that post still stands. I’m happy to answer any inquiries that might be made as to my condition, treatment, recovery, any of that blarney that people want to hear about.

Thank you again for your continued support, and depending on who/where you are, I might just see you around! The dungeon masters are finally letting me face the real world again!

Love ya’ll! And hopefully, I’ll get to say it to your face before too long!

Most sincerely (and sin-cancer-ly!),

Your Favorite S. O’B.