The C word is scary, and none of us want to hear it uttered in our doctor’s office. The word is cancer, of course, and for the sake of full disclosure I have to let the few loyal readers that I have know that it was spoken to me by my doctor only a few days ago.
The good news, however, is that the kind of cancer they think I have–testicular cancer–is probably the most treatable out there, and all should be back to normal very soon. Suffice it to say I might not be posting on ecoTheater for a week or two, but plan to put up a recent unfinished post I’ve been working on tonight before I have surgery tomorrow morning followed throughout the week by a battery of tests and doctor visits.
I have been debating how to deal with this on ecoTheater the last couple of days, and decided that I might as well be honest. I don’t think I have any reason to hide it–it just is what it is. My wife and I are confident that once the tumor is removed from my body, I will make a speedy and full recovery. I suppose I didn’t want to lose the small readership I’ve managed to attract, and I didn’t want any of you to think I’d dropped off the planet or something.
I will be back soon.