This really sucks

Last Friday I was told I've got lung cancer. On Saturday, I got nailed by a jellyfish. Both things really sucked, but the weekend got much better after that. We even managed to see the emperor and empress do their peculiar stiff wave from their motorcade a few meters away.

First things first. Everybody told me that jellyfish season was over. It is September, after all, so I put away the anti-jellyfish cream and put on my swim suit, stepped thigh deep into the ocean and dove forward . . . right into strands of jellyfish strings. Luckily, though, it was just those thin detached strings that hit my face arms and legs. (I guess the jellyfish are hanging out a bit longer with the warm water of this very hot year.) That ended my swim, as I had to go pour on some vinegar to try to control the rash. It still itches a bit, but it's manageable and disappearing fast.

Which is how I hope the lung cancer turns out. It hasn't been fun waiting for the final diagnosis. They told me the day of my annual check in August up that there was a spot on my right lung--both in the x-ray and the CT scan, but then I had to go back a week later to get a broncoscopy--which was inconclusive--and then wait another week to get a PET CT scan and then another week for the final conclusion. It was almost a relief to get to this point, since I was unable to control my imagination from envisioning everything under the sun.

Right now, it's stage 1, about 3 centimeters in diameter. I'm undergoing more tests to see if it has spread. Had a CT scan of my innards, and it looks like those are clean. Will have an MRI on my head next week to see if there's any movement up there before meeting the surgeon and planning the next step.