So a couple weeks ago I was told my cancer may have returned, well it has, its more to the front of my hip now, all we know is that something with cancerous cells is growing, and has been growing for awhile.
I get to back in in April for scans and a discussion of what comes next.

Now I am aware that I am likely having surgery again this year.

I MIGHT and this is a big might have a chunk of my pelvis cut out and then replaced with a cadaver piece and a lot of screws.

or I have the same surgery I had last time with some small modifications.

the powers that be that need to be told have either been told or will be told this week.

on my end, I refuse to let this get me down.  As I said before I don’t have Cancer, Cancer has me, and cancer is going to regret the day it met me.

so I prefer to laugh at my cancer, I make fun of it, and I use it regularly as an excuse to not have to wash the truck or re-stock it (FYI I wash the truck and restock it, but its fun to say it in a weak and tied voice.. “but I have…. cancer”)

I will dance my way to the end of this journey, gallows humor is fun, let the hangman know you are sorely disappointed in the turn out and why the hell cant you have atleast used a new rope, shoddy workmanship is no excuse.

 

so yup I will make fun of this, because frankly cancer doesn’t deserve my serious side.