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Went to Urology at the hospital. The hardest part was finding it because the hospital is this sprawling complex with buildings everywhere. But we got there and my paperwork was in order so I got to see the doctor.

He said a lot of things, mostly talked to me like I was some moth breather. The essence of it is that I have a mass on my left kidney. They aren't even going to test to see if it is cancer because 65% of the time it is and the test is notorious for false positives. It is a very small mass, we caught it very very early. So, the process going forward is he wants to wait until I have fully recovered from my last surgery in February so I am tentatively scheduled for a procedure in February 2011. They will go in through a small incision and put 150 degree Celsius probe on the mass and cook it to death. It is an out patient procedure, go in, have it done, go home and watch Oprah.

Now, mind you my thinking was along the line of they are going to whack the entire kidney. To have such a minor surgery is just great. That makes the third cancer I have been diagnosed with. Maybe the fourth, depends on how and what is counted. I had squamous cell carcinoma cut off my arm, the pancreas cancer with maybe the metastasizing Liver cancer and now this. It's been a mess. But we have a plan and I can relax some now.

Life can be very interesting sometimes.

Hello, is thing on?

Not just checking to see if anybody is out there. I was cancer free. Two, maybe three weeks ago I found out that my oncologist suspects that I have kidney cancer. Fucking kidney cancer. This is not the pancreatic cancer I dealt with before. It is a new threat. But, not to worry he says, kidney cancer is very slow growing, he is more worried about the pancreatic cancer coming back. Great, sharks or gators, one or the other is gonna get me.

I go in for a meet with urology at UT Southwest on the 23rd of this month. I'm twisted, worried, confused, and pretty much pissed off and all sorts of other emotions. How the fuck does a guy deal with this stuff? Not like normal people I'll bet. Most people get to deal one or two things, the IRS, maybe an ex-wife, or something petty. Me,I get to deal with serial cancer. Fuck. Lucky me.

To be continued...