As I said before, there's several things this lesion could be — steatosis and abnormal liver healing from the prior surgery are the two I'm aware of. Surely that will be a significant topic of discussion at both consults today.
But given my history, the likelihood that this is a new cancer is quite high. And I know what I want done. I want the damned thing out of my body right now, I want to KILL IT WITH FIRE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!! DIE!!!.
Not that I'm upset about this or anything.
I'm virtually certain I won't get what I want. As one of my various cancer surgeons explained to me at some point in the past, "Surgery is inherently high risk. We don't like to operate until the risk of not doing surgery is higher than the risk of going ahead with the procedure."
Given that we cannot yet demonstrate with a high degree of confidence that this new lesion is a tumor, that risk equation isn't shifted in favor of resection so far as I know. I'll find out more today. Plus I'm not sure how many times the liver can be resected. If this does have to be taken out, either now or in June, it will be my third liver resection in three years. I'll also ask about radiofrequency ablation, to see if that's an option for me. (And my thanks to
I wonder so many things. Is this the one that will kill me? (Probably not.) Can I have it out now? (Probably not.) How many times can we repeat this process? (I have no idea.) What happens after we run through the next and last chemotherapy option? (I have no idea.) What's my prognosis? (The doctors won't want to say absent more evidence.)
I'm tired of being sick, I'm tired of being afraid, but I'm not tired of living, even living with cancer. Everything is in doubt right now. Those questions rise like dragons from the dark caves of my mind and skim low and menacing over the horizons of hope.