Your support is of great strength to me. Especially for a person who is probably the poster boy of introverts. Given my unusual hobbies and interests I don't have a large circle of friends. So ya, I probably do use CCF as a source of venting how I am feeling from time to time (to time!).
I think that this time it is a real feeling of frustration. I mean I've done this twice with the original cancer and 9 years in this s**t starts all over again?
I think what is also bothering me is that other times I wait for testing to see if I have cancer. In this case I'm sure beyond a double due to the way it is presenting itself that the two lumps on my arm from previously removed tumor locations are fresh ones. They tell me that from the piece of skin that was removed in both cases that the margins were clean so that these have to be two new tumors that for some f**king reason took up house in the same location - TWICE!
You can sort of see how one gets the feeling of really being cursed.
Then I've had this information since I returned from Europe on August 25th and I can't see anyone before Sept 20th.
Your mind really plays tricks on you too, consider................
I know they don't want to do surgery again. I sure do. Nothing bothers me more than each and every moment of the day being able to feel one of these new tumors rubbing on my sleeve etc. While I wait for the 20th these tumors are increasing in size and my greatest fear is not that so much but that a clump of cells might break off for some reason and make there way from my arm into my torso. The home of possibly useful things like your lungs, heart, kidneys, liver etc.
The cancer in my arm will never kill me but if it moves I could end up being screwed.
And I can't shake the feeling that each day that goes by increases the chances of something like that happening.
Thus why in August I went to Europe for two weeks with my son, gf, mom and cousin from Quebec City to Paris and London and we had a blast. Why wait and if things get better I'll go again yet!
So I was able to take my son to the tank museum at Bovington where I made a donation, that is Lucy and I. I made it to see my son start Grade 7. My son, gf, mom and I on Pont Neuf in Paris.
I think I need to go gets some eggs. While I'd normally walk, the store is about 1/4 mile away I think..............................maybe this is a job for the Z06..............scrambled is OK too, right?!
Cheers,
Garry