I truly don't want this blog to turn into a personal saga of trial and tribulation and/or a sucking up of sympathy.
Howsomever, there is this great big thing going on in my head and about to go on in my life and I'm in need of a vent to the great cyberspace.
The End of the Lump was not the end, it seems.
It's all about margins and, like real estate, location, location, location.
Benign is not, it turns out in the surgeon's parlance, the same as benign in my world.
There is More to Come.
I have choices. Two. In order to prevent a change of the mildly odd cells to something far more worrisome.
"A little bit more off and radiation," or "all off and no radiation."
The choice seemed very simple to me at first. And then I began to gather information. Being uninformed about this stuff is not to be desired, but ignorance surely is more blissful.
When it comes right down to it, what do I need the thing for?
I keep thinking of analogies...if I had a "questionable" fingernail with a chance of eventual invasion to my whole arm and body, I would have my finger removed without blinking an eye. And I can get along without this particular mound of flesh far more easily than I could without any of my fingers.
D Day (the D standing for either further Discussion or Decision) is on June 24.
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