Well, my scans are done. Last week I had the pleasure of flopping from hospital to hospital so that I could once again participate in Russian Roulette of body parts. You know that game… the one where you’re playing with a loaded gun but you don’t know when it’s going to go off?
Well, a’hoy me mates because according to my oncologist, “I’m afraid we’re at the tip of the Iceberg.”
I knew eventually things would turn south so to speak… or, quite literally. The cancer is growing wings in my lower hip and sacrum (wherever that is) which is why I am full throttle in my buggy and walking slower. Plus, they don’t call it cancer for nothing… let alone, the highest stage, so, you know.
Any who… while I will never ask for timelines again… it seems this Titanic is right on course.