I'm home now. And feeling less loopy. I'm sorry if I worried anyone yesterday. There were drugs and no food and me and all of those things are a bit off to begin with... They got the results of the biopsy, and it's what we thought. A high grade tumor. I can't remember the scientific words for it, but it's a grade 4 and it's malignant. That means it's relatively fast-growing. I suppose that's a double-edged sword for me because while there's a danger of it spreading, at least it'll all be over with sooner rather than later.
I feeling relatively together today, which is good because I'm meeting James LaBrie and Cristina...something. And it's better if I'm not drooling on their shoes. Not that I think I'll drool...
That's my horrible sense of humor's way of saying, I'm fine. I'm doing okay. Now that I know what's wrong, I can handle it. I'll get through it and that's all there is to it.
You might have to redirect me to this post on occasion, but that's alright too. That's why I'm writing it.