"The worse day of your life so far." - thanks, Homer Simpson.
Worse than September 25th(ish), 1998 when I was rushed to the hospital with a leg the size of a deli salami and a colon that had been bleeding my life away for months. Worse than January 13, 2003 when a very pregnant me saw her marriage shatter (a blessing in disguise if you ask me). Worse than April 19th, 2005, the day I watched my home go up in flames. Worse than that random day that summer when I was fifteen where everyone was fighting and we were broke and everything sucked and I hated life (I don't remember the exact date, but it was pretty craptacular.)
Nope, this was worse than all of them.
As you may recall, I had a colonoscopy a few weeks ago, to follow up on one that the doctors couldn't quite figure out. Turns out "there's something here and we don't know what isn't is" IS kind of, tangentially, similar to "holy shit, look at all this cancer," since that's what they found, this go-round. A malignant tumour in my colon that will need to be operated on as soon as my internal medicine guy talks with surgeons and finds out which hospital is comfortable with taking my case. You see, it is apparently rare to find colon cancer in one as young as myself. *flutters eyelashes becomingly*
Go me. You know, I've never wanted to be a record breaker.
So, this week has been a regular whirlwind of blood tests, CT scans, emotional breakdowns, and inappropriate dark humour. Actually, I'm pretty sure the five stages of grief need to be adjusted to include inappropriate dark humour as one of the stages. When I split with the ex, there was a Kids in the Hall sketch that helped me get through it. Whenever I was down, my friend and I would recite the Hotel LaRut sketch and dissolve into giggles.
Now, once again, during times of trouble, Dave, Mark, Kevin, Scott and Bruce give me solace. Mainly meaning that I can't get this damn sketch out of my head.
So, thanks a lot Bruce. You always were my least favourite.
Ahh, but yeah, aside from the awesome healing powers of Canadian sketch comedy, I'm also quite grateful for the ridiculous amount of support I have been recieving, from The Well-Travelled one, who has been marvellous in listening to me freak out and letting me break down, to my family who have offered help in any way possible. Not to mention friends and the management at work.
I'm not gonna lie. I'm pretty terrified about all this. But so far i am functioning on a day to day basis while I wait for more answers. At least I feel okay. Which is kind of messed up. I don't feel sick, like, AT ALL. I'm gassy and bloated and have occasional stomach cramps.. All that is pretty much par for the course for me. It's rather surreal but at the same time, I'm glad at least right now I'm not feeling like crap, physically.
I have a rough go ahead of me. But I will fight. In the words of Aunt Becky, I'm going to go EYE OF THE MOTHERFUCKING TIGER on this thing. I will win.