So.
I've got cancer.
No funny reaction to this one. Sorry.
It'll be a week or so before I find out what stage I'm at.
Stage one, will be monitoring with regular scans and scopes for a few years.
Stage two, if the tumours regrow, I'll have another removal surgery then have a medication injected in my bladder, followed by scans and scopes.
Stage three, the tumours had grown through the bladder wall, which will mean bladder removal.
Stage four, the tumours have spread.
I refuse to let my body kill me. I'm supposed to die getting mauled by a wolverine that took offence to me trying to pet it or getting hit by a car because I was distracted playing out scenes in my head and wandered into oncoming traffic.
Probably the wolverine thing...
(Okay, maybe a bit of a funny reaction)
