Today I had second consult about The Thing on my kidney as well as a follow-up with the best colo-rectal surgeon on the planet and both went exceedingly well, as far as these things go.
Urologists that deal with cancer are way more chill than the other cancer docs, and the general sentiment remains that The Thing is stable, and my kidneys are working fine, so come back after the next scan in July and we’ll see if anything changes. If there are any changes of concern and The Thing gets froggy, they may go in with a looooooong long needle and ablate The Thing and I can avoid more cutting and scars and stuff. I would like that. I would especially like it if that is not necessary and I can have a summer riding bikes and drinking coffee and visiting my friends. Basically like I was when I was a kid, just swap out the root beer for bean juice.
The World’s Greatest Colo-Rectal Surgeon rolled in with all good news and reminded me of how scared I was the first time we met when I was convinced my days were numbered and I would be lucky to see 2024. I was told everything looks great, my scar is cool, my digestive system is totally normal for someone at this point in time after surgery, and I should ride my bike, schedule a colonocopy for October, and hopefully never see her again.
TLDR; a second prescription to “live my life and have fun,” with supplement of “ride bikes.”
I don’t know how I got so lucky. I am not going to let it go to waste.
See you outside sometime soon!