March 23
I got the results from my biopsy today, and it is bad. I have been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The survival rate for this form of cancer is right up there with that of the unnamed crew man in the first few seconds of a Star Trek episode. I can still buy green bananas but I probably shouldn't look to invest in any 12 month CDs. My chances of being at the next unnamed campout and phlogiston weekend are pretty slim.
There may be some hope for me yet, I'll stay optimistic. I meet with my new buddy the oncologist sometime this week and we'll chart the course from there. I am learning all sorts of new medical terminology and all about processes and tests I had never known of before. I consider myself a lab rat in training.
Oh and sorry about claiming all the glory for myself about the weight loss. I had no idea Mr. C was in the background helping me shed all those pounds. Just goes to show you that when something is too good to be true, it probably needs a closer look.
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