The benefits of being the worlds biggest pessimist...

So.... I'm a pessimist of the highest order. Always thinking of the worst case scenario. It pays off.

Yesterday I went to get my scan results. After a few days of not coping well I felt unusually calm, perhaps glad I would know the score and could plan ahead.

We got there, the onc said "unfortunately there's something that needs further investigation and looks suspicious" I  asked (my worst case scenario) "do I have lung mets?"... "Ehh, no, not that I can see" BRAW!! It's not end game.

But this tumour is about the size of an orange, or or more like an avocado... It's grown near my positive margins. It's not near any major organs so my oncologist reckons that mr kirk (my superhero, the best cardio thoracic surgeon in the uk) will cut it out. I'll probably lose a couple of ribs and need some thigh or bum fat (which I'm working on) for a skin graft.

ANYWAY! This is such a better outlook than my original diagnosis so I feel confident I can overcome it if he cuts it out. I just can't wait to know what the plan is,should hopefully find out in a week or two.

Let's see... I think I can beat this (be spared by the almighty disease) twice.

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