Over this past late spring and summer I developed a cough and I soundly ignored the cough and the fact that it was difficult to breath if I pushed mobility. I'm not sorry I ignored the symptoms because they wouldn't have changed and nothing different could have been done. This is not to say YOU should ignore symptoms, I just feel after what I've gone through since 2012 I deserve a break in the denial department.
Anyway, I was blaming everything on my kidneys (who are functioning just fine thank you) when I finally couldn't ignore the endless fevers and cough and went to emerge where a chest X-ray showed a dirty old sock (big dried out tumour) and a dead lymph node in my right lung. After much faffing about trying to make it a possible infection it was finally diagnosed as cancer, most likely metastasised from the vulvar cancer.
That's me, always need to be different. Non smoker getting lung cancer.
So now I enter the palliative side of our healthcare world and trust me it is as wacky as all get out. Earnestly wacky to be sure.
Come along with me and I'll show you. Let's see if I can meet my goal of dying as well as I have lived. Which is to say, not half badly, if I do say so myself.
Wonder Woman sock puppet by the talented Caleb Schlueter
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