Okay, so yesterday I get a call from the VW dealer telling me that my car needs not only some work done on it's emission control system, but the Oxygen sensore and timing belt need to be replaced. So it looks like I'm out to the tune of about $900. Fortunately I have enough coin in the checking account to handle this. Not much left over once the check's cashed, but at least I'm not going to have to get sodomized by MasterCard for the next six months. So I went to bed feeling that sucked, but it could be worse.
So this morning I go to the hospital, thinking I'm simply getting stitches removed. That's when the doctor informs me that one of the moles I had removed a few weeks ago turned out to be a stage II malignant melanoma. I nearly threw up and passed out. Really threw off my plan to ask out the cute surgical resident who sewed me up last time.
So now I have to have more surgery next week, and get something caslled a sentinal node biopsy, where they'll inject me with radioactive dye to see if the cancer has spread. That will be followed by a few agaonizing days wondering if I'm going to need Chemo or something, waiting for the results to come back.
The good news is I think I detected it early enough, and if it hasn't spread, the success rate is very high. The posters I have of Lance on my wall are going to be more inspirational than ever. I'll beat this fucker (note "this fucker" does not refer to Lance Armstrong)
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