I was told Friday that a "large mass" had been found on my liver. I've spent most of five days in the hospital. I've had two ultrasounds, two CT scans, and MRI, (I survived the full 17 minutes. I've been attached to a Heparin machine and had to take it wherever I went. I've had frequent blood extractions, including one ill-advised attempt when I was sleeping. They still want to do an outpatient biopsy. The bed I was in came to feel like I was on a 5 day airplane flight. When they let me go home, my energy level just collapsed, (fortunately a friend was driving). But I'd promised Accurater do an Upside/Downside for tonight's game so I sat through it and did one and should be able to do more in the future, under better circumstances.
I've been diagnosed with HCC, Heptocellular Carcinoma. The tumor is too big to be removed now so they want to shrink it and are looking to immunotherapy and/or radiation. Maybe then they can remove it. We'll see how it works out.
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They say say that life isn't about the destination. It's about the journey. That's certainly true of death. I live alone, have no dependents and no bucket list, (I'm a man of small pleasures). I've realized my life will end at some point for many years and the idea of that doesn't bother me. I want to know what I will experience along the way.
A good friend who lost his son to pancreatic cancer told me that his son had a decent 8 months after the diagnosis, then it all happened in the 9th month. That doesn't sound too bad. Or maybe I'll survive this and then die of something else later. In the meantime, I'll continue to post on Syracusefan.com and call into the coach's shows.