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Remember when Joey on FRIENDS said “this is a moo point – a cow’s opinion”.  Priceless.

When would I have gotten “sick” and what would that have been?  I keep going back to that question.  Obviously I had a big ole tumor that had spread a bit so when was I going to feel sick?  And what would my symptoms have been?  In the long run it truly doesn’t matter and is more of a curiosity now.  But still I wonder.

And I wonder what the genesis was and how long the cancer was parked in there.  I am a regular visitor to my docs and keep a faithful schedule of exams and checkups for all my body parts – boobs, teeth, eyes, uterus, colon, etc., so…so…so…this sneaky little bastard hid from view for some period of time that is now and will be forever unknown.  I don’t like not knowing.  Makes me feel powerless.

So cancer will be my constant companion even if I make it to remission.  Because I have read enough to know that once it identifies a host, it is most reluctant to vacate the premises permanently.   Like an extra layer of belly fat or crow’s feet or skin tags, it is just a part of my life from this point forward.  But unlike those items, it more likely an aggressive participant in my death.

I am not depressed.  I am just thinking this through at least partly because I got the lab report today from second surgery.  3 of 16 axilary Imagenodes removed were positive for cancer.  That means 13 were not (paging: Glass Half Full).  Lucky 13.

I hope those lucky 13 are not a moot point.

So my second surgery went well.  I a home and working remotely so less time to post on the blog.  Also, my mom is now at a rehab center and showing a will to get better and get home.  We are all encouraged.

Just a quick acknowledgement that my sisters are champions.  They have diligently taken great care of both me and my mother.  Not sure how they managed but they did.  I used to tease my mother asking why she didn’t stop having babies when she had me?  Why try to improve on perfection, you know?  But since it has been my younger sisters taking care of me I am finally grateful she had more children.  

This second surgery is a little more uncomfortable than first surgery.  Kind of feels like a shark took a huge bite out of my left side (as if I know what a shark bite feels like) but not taking pain pills and managing to sleep just fine.  I sleep quite a bit but I reckon that is what I am supposed to be doing right now.

Looking forward to the day I can jump on my bike and pedal away.  Soon, I hope.

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