Saw the oncologist for the first time today. Good news from the CAT scans: no metastasis; the tumor is Stage I or maybe very, very early Stage II.
However, I still get to go through all the chemotherapy, radiation, and probably surgery. My hair gets to fall out in chunks. I’m glad they told me this before I made an appointment at the beauty parlor. I don’t want to pay fifty bucks for something that’s going to be even more transient than ever.
Time to veg out in front of Dr. Who.
white pebble 