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.
That’s rough. The X-ray makes me wince. So sorry you’ve been enduring that. I hope they zap that tumor into orbit and that you make a speedy recovery.