Hello there,
Well, the procedure went ok but unfortunately the CT scan showed a 'mass'. 'mass' being cancer. I was so certain my scan would come back clear that everything fell apart when they came back and told me that. I won't know until wednesday about what they intend to do, they may be able to cut it out, they may be able to zap it, it all depends on where it is. If it is localised enough they will cut it out. I just hope it hasn't spread to other parts of my liver. I know they said the right hand side of my liver is ok and I assume they've caught it early so I'm just praying there's something to be done. I'm surprised how well I've held up, few tears to begin with but since then I've been ok. Well, apart from retching for all I was worth along my road this morning (they've let me go home for the weekend).
I'm trying to come to terms with what could very well be the end of my life but it's hard. I've just read another book on the true meaning of quantum theory and it has only led me to believe even more strongly that there's mysteries there that we have to look at. I don't see an end, i don't see a pointless existence but I have a lot of fear of the unknown. I panic if my travel schedule for a meet up isn't concretely sorted, never mind death.
I guess I just want there to be a fight. If there's a fight to be had then I'll be there till the very bitter fucking end but I don't want to be administered a knock out blow before anything has even begun. The transplant seems oh so piddly now, my battle has gone from one hard looking fella to several 6ft8 shithouses who list kickboxing and weightlifting as pastimes on a CV. Who also have sticks.
I shall spend time in the park and also go to beachy head tomorrow, my favourite place in the whole world and try and rationalise whats happening before going back in on monday to face who knows what |