First and foremost: thanks to everyone who has wished me well, in the comments to the last post, in-world, or by email.
Here’s the latest:
Last Thursday I had a CT scan “from guggle to zatch”, in the words of Thurber’s The 13 Clocks. It was meant to reveal if the spot on my brain, discovered a week prior in an MRI, was a lone wolf or an outlier.
There’s a spot on my lung, too.
Good news is: no Brain Salad Surgery. They’ll zap that one with collimated gamma rays. Before that, however, there’ll be a needle biopsy of the invader in my lung, and plans made to deal with it.
None of this is scheduled; I’ve only known about it for four hours. The requisite specialists will call me to set up appointments. Hence, the waiting game.
I’ll keep you posted.