You’ll notice that this message has been given an interim number...that’s because the information I had hoped to have yesterday, is now going to be discussed on Friday. (Maybe their strategy is to cause the "lesion" to self-destruct out of sheer boredom.) I have, however, been scheduled for a biopsy on Tuesday a week...first they said Monday but my response ("Labor Day? You’re kidding me, right?") apparently moved them to re-think the date.

I would expect that the biopsy will give me most of the information that I’m going to get. There’s sort of a Catch-22 at work, in that they’d like to know as much about the lesion as possible before they do a biopsy, yet they can’t find out any more about it unless they do a biopsy. I shouldn’t be too surprised that things seem to be unfolding slowly...I view this as a good sign. Hopefully, after talking with the doctors on Friday, I’ll be able to make an informed decision as to what we do with the biopsy. For starters, I’m insisting on them leaving enough hair so that I don’t have to resort to a dorky comb-over.

So I’m having fun. It’s sort of like: now I have "permission" to have fun. Which is strange, because nobody should ever need permission to have fun. But we all do get that way sometimes. So give yourself permission to have fun! Squeeze your sweetie! Play golf! Go skinny-dipping!

You’ll feel lots better. Sure works for me.

Peace and love,
Dan

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