Just left the Urologists office. Very nice guy, but the bearer of some not so good news. It turns out the kidney tumour is massive and has been there for quite some time. Much longer than a year. Who knows how long really. Furthermore, the little “encapsulated tumour” by my sacrum is actually not so encapsulated after all. It’s attached to one of my vertebra and is pressing on the nerves that are causing me so much pain. (Imagine someone kicking you in the ass (luckily only one side), on the thigh, behind the knee, mid-shin and in the ankle for 12 hours of the day. I should say 12 hours of the night because that is when it’s the worst – hence the lack of sleep. My days from 0700hrs are not too bad pain-wise as long as I don’t do much.) Attached? Who really knows how deep the roots are. If they are too deep then surgery may very well end in me being paralyzed. Oh wait, it gets better. Someone noticed a 4-5mm black spot on my lung. Yay! The cancer may have spread through my blood and settled there. No one really knows yet but I’ll have to undergo a PET scan now. Given these complications and the uniqueness of my presentation (cancer not power point), I will have to wait until the surgeons figure out a game plan that will hopefully end in me only having one surgery to take care of both areas. Not sure what’s going to be done about the lung yet – or if anything needs to be done about it.
So that was my shitty Tuesday afternoon. I need to take a breath, absorb this and move on…because there is no other option.