Wednesday August 6th, my sibs and Spousal Unit met with the first oncology doctor, Dr K. He's like a high functioning Asperger's person. He was thorough, kind in a weird way and answered all my questions.
The great news (if great news can be had from the word "cancer") is it's NOT in my blood, it's not in my bone marrow, it's just (just??) Stage 2A lymphoma. Highly treatable, high remission rate. It's kind of just in my neck mostly. They're prescribing chemo AND radiation (eeeuuuu to both). When he said where it wasn't, it was as though someone had let the air out of a balloon! Phew!!
What's fascinating to me is how people have heard this and say, "Oh, OK, you've got this; it's not that bad, you won't need that much help." Etc. Yeah, I will. We'll see who shows up to the party, won't we? Also interesting are reactions from old friends saying DON'T DO THAT SHIT, IT'S GOING TO KILL YOU! IT'S GOING TO COME BACK AND BITE YOU IN THE ASS! Now these people are admittedly freaking me out more than I can comprehend now because they have pretty decent powers. I know they care and I know they've been through this before me. I get that. But can't you express this concern in a not-so vehement way. I can unFriend those folks and for a few I've done just that. Friends who also think "outside the box" metaphysically (so to speak) are saying more reassuring things. I think I need a fair amount of protection and it's going to have to come from ME! The Spousal Unit has too much on his plate to help.
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