I was really hoping this blog was over.
Maybe not over-over. Maybe I would come back with a legendary “what I’ve learned” blog entry that would leave a grateful nation crying on their laptops and was later optioned and adapted into a very special Christmas episode of “Storage Wars” or something. But no, it looks like our story is far from over.
The turtlenecks are back and just in time for the dog days of August. After my last surgery in May there was a quick proclamation of “you’re fine, see you in three months” followed by an even quicker “not so fast Sailor.” The debating began and after a couple of weeks it was decided that more radiation would be helpful. The tumor had grown so quickly they were afraid even after the surgery it could come back again.
So as I casually prepped for radiation we had a little shocker… we were too late. It had already come back and with a vengeance.
USC Norris Cancer Center has a weekly “tumor board.” A chance to bring up perplexing cases, present them to the entire staff and get feedback. Yours Truly is the star of the tumor board. They can’t get enough of me.
So now the “tumor board” was recommending a do-over. More surgery, chemo and radiation. I mean why not, it is summer, what better time for a sequel.
So last Friday I went into the hospital and came out three days later with a new neck, 54 staples in my chest and a seriously re-arranged nipple. But more on that later.