Cancer sucks

It’s June – time for yet another followup. Yep, tomorrow morning I’m off to the cancer doc again. With any luck he’ll say “Gee whiz, Tommy – it’s a goddamn miracle. Your cancer is gone!”, but I’m not holding my breath for it. On my last visit in March he was afraid it was starting to grow again, so that’s why I have to go back in 3 months instead of 6.

True, it’s “only” skin cancer – it could be much, much worse. But cancer is cancer – something nobody wants. I’m actually quite thankful that it’s only skin cancer; the thought of slowly rotting away from bad internal cancer would be enough to send me to a Jim Jones Kool-Aid party. Glug, glug, nighty-night.

So I’ve been a good boy – been wearing my sun screen faithfully, and I put on a hat whenever I’m outdoors. Why this shit thinks it needs to come back now, I’ll never understand. They burned the last of the cancer off my forehead a year ago, and we thought we had it all.
The spot on my head has finally healed, too. It’d be a damn shame if they have to burn me some more. For a while it looked like someone had put cigarettes out on my head. Now I just have a small divot on my head, which for some reason doesn’t tan. Go figure.

I’ll try to keep an optimistic outlook about it – the doc seems to think it’s controllable, and as long as it doesn’t seep into my brain, I’ll be okay with it. If a little extra SPF 45 is what it’ll take to keep the cancer bug away, then I’m all for it.

See you tomorrow...