The cancer labyrinth

As it turns out, it’s unlikely that I can get surgery because my back is so fucked up. See that third vertebra down, the one that looks like a misshapen Pac Man eating a peanut? That’s what’s left of my L-1.

In the cancer lottery, that means I have most likely won a trip to Radiation Land. I like the radiation oncologist, I just wasn’t expecting to meet him.