Well, I’ve done it: I’ve given myself cancer. (I’ve treated my body very badly over the years, and so I have no one to blame but myself.) I had a biopsy on Wednesday; and although I haven’t seen the official test results yet, the pulmonary guy who did the procedure told me that it’s a virulent form of cancer, but we caught it early.
I won’t be doing anything about it until the end of next month. I have a trip to Varna, Bulgaria that starts in a couple of weeks and includes some train rides on this side of the Pond and a meeting of the ISO standards comittee for the C++ programming language…basically the only thing that’s keeping my otherwise retired brain active. It’s all bought and paid for, and I really really don’t want to miss it.
I’ll have no clue what I’ll eventually want to do about the cancer until I meet with a surgeon and a cancer specialist, which I hope can happen in the next couple of weeks, to find out what the treatment will be like. My current guess is that I’ll opt for being kept as comfortable as possible while I kick off. I’ve had a pretty good 76 years so far, and there’s nobody who depends on me for anything. We’ll see…
Update as of 2023-05-26:
My appointment with the surgeon isn’t until the end of next month, so I guess decisions about the cancer treatment aren’t all that urgent, and I’ll definitely be going to Varna. I’ll probably start rambling on about the trip on day −1, Tuesday, the 6th.