…because pizza and .9% sodium chloride doesn’t have the same ring as pizza and beer
I hope my stupid title was as funny as I thought it was in my head. Tumor -> Former? There’s so many layers! If you don’t think it’s funny, too bad, you have to because I’m the one with the cancer.
The last few days my dad’s been correcting me when I say cancer he says “it’s not cancer, it’s a tumor” and then I’ll reply “yah a malignant tumor which is cancerous”. I feel like he’s in denial to the point where he’s calling Derek: HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED.
I threw a tantrum to Joanna last night, she just sat and listened while I went on a rant that I’m sick of coughing for the past 8 weeks. My ribs hurt and I’m tired of throwing up every morning because of it. I had to take a break today from walking halfway down Costco while pushing an empty cart. Can I PLEASE be better now?
K I need to address something that’s been bothering me the last few days but I didn’t really have a good way of communicating it.
The last two days have just been boring administrative work. I have to submit applications for short term leave pay, critical illness pay, and approval for work leave. All three have slightly minor requirements and need tons of documentation to make sure I’m not committing fraud.
I posted my last blog post early this morning and then shared it on Facebook. My WordPress app on my phone greeted me with this morbid bit of analytics:
Kimberly and my dad came to the doctor’s office this morning with me to see Dr. Harmon about my biopsy results. He entered the exam room and immediately said that I had a Non-seminomatous germ cell tumor in the anterior mediastinum. Yup…your reaction is exactly how I felt when he told me.
Ok guys, seriously…My tumor’s currently growing and is pressing up on my heart and thus reducing blood flow so it’s already under stress.
Biopsy day was this morning, I forgot all the prep readings in my dad’s car yesterday and didn’t read any of it last night (whoops).
