Calm is the bomb. Serene is keen.
These are thoughts I had today while out on a walk. It is mild out and we are between showers. I’ve been thinking about how the world at both the macro and micro levels are somewhat of a dumpster fire, and how that makes me angry. But I need to recognize that anger and do things to channel it productively. And I will, starting with this post by writing the thought out.
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Also, here is my MRI update:
I got a call from the doctor today (phone appointment) and correctly predicted a few things:
- The MRI would be inconclusive (it was)
- Further testing would be needed (it is)
- Said tests might include a biopsy (this was mentioned)
What the doc confirmed:
- The mass in my chest (about 2 cm around) is not affecting anything else around it
- It has not changed size since the CT scan back on (checks blog entry) January 9th
- It could be a tumour (cue Arnold saying, “It’s not a too-mah!”)
- If a tumour, it could be cancer (benign or otherwise)
I am not overly concerned, because I had recent blood work that came back negative, this lump has not grown, nor has it had any impact. But you never know, and that’s what makes our bodies so mysterious and magical.
Next up:
- Another CT scan
- Consultation with a thoracic surgeon to see what they think
- Possibly a biopsy, depending on the above
- Ice cream. I’ll need ice cream at the end of this.
In conclusion: Our meatbag bodies are kind of dumb. Here’s a nice fall photo:
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