Ok. Where was I?

Dr. Blackwell was quick to tell me that what he thought I had was a Wirthin's Tumor. This tumor has a very low rate of malignancy, but needs to be removed to prevent the evil possibilities involved with keeping it in. He suggested that I do some reading (quickly) and let him know what I would like to do.

Well, what I would like to do is to get anything that looks, acts, feels, or smells like cancer the hell out of my body - as soon as possible. Surgery was scheduled for June 18th at UCLA.

I think that it's certainly normal human response to dread surgery. But, in my experience as an apprentice embalmer, paramedic, and physician assistant, I have seen more than my share of gore. So my sensitivy to the negatives of such things is somewhat muted. I just sort of take it as it comes and hope for the best. It was not so much the slashing into my neck and digging around part that got my attention; it was the fact that the "C" word had reared its ugly head.

More to come . . .