Well, I have referred to an illness that I had with swollen lymph glands, as the Attack of Lumps, and it really wasn't seeming to go away. So I had a hospital appointment for a couple of overnights in the Cantonal here in Geneva, it kind of snowballed from there.
First they did CT scan and found lots of like minded lumps all up and down my lymph system, and so next day I had my first ever general anaesthetic, and a skilled surgeon took out a bunch of lymph nodes on my neck to try and find out what ails me. Turns out to be some kind of lymphoma that needs classifying, and then treating. So, suddenly, I get a bunch of tests, like a FULL medical shakedown, spine probes, bone marrow sections, PET scans, heart work ups, the lot.
Good news. It's an aggressive B cell Lymphoma. It's a marker of how far treatment has progressed since I looked at this kind of thing that aggressive cancer is good, because it bites. Imagine that a classic hard cell cancer is a kind of fish sleeping at the bottom of the pool, when you do chemotherapy, you are trying, essentially, to kill the cancer before you kill the patient, the sleepy fish doesn't eat that much quicker than the surrounding organism. In the aggressive one, it's like dropping food into a pool of Piranhas, nothing else gets a look in.
So, I have had my first session of chemo in hospital, supported by a truly superb team, which went very well, and now my job is to not strain the body while it, and the chemo, do the donkey work. Six or seven more sessions to be done, likely all in out patient, and there is a likely very good prognosis, according to all my experienced, medical, and non-likely to bullshit for morale reason friends. So, going to be a quiet summer in the garden, but it could be a whole, whole lot worse, and I am feeling optimistic, whilst retaining realistic as an anchor point.
Still, cancer? Wasn't expecting that really...