Hey guuuys,

Just an FYI for people out there who didn't already know. I've been in the hospital for the last 2 weeks and it turns out I got the big "C". >_< They removed a giant friggin tumor bigger than a softball outta me and found some random tumor-ettes growing around my abdomen. So I've been at home pretty much re-learning how to climb and descend stairs now that I have the walking thing down in small doses. I've got a gut that looks like Sagat's and I still have to eat a limited diet, but that only lasts another 2 weeks.

The Good News: It hasn't spread to any other organs. PHEW! The prognosis looks pretty good right now, very winnable.

The Bad News: Still gotta do chemo. Blech. That comes later, at least.

For now, recovering after I was literally gutted like a fish. I'm actually surprised at how fast I AM recovering, all that considered. It's only been about 2 weeks and I can walk around pretty well for a limited time and I'm almost done with painkillers. Kind of amazing when you think about it!

Strange thing is, they don't even CHECK people for this until you're at least 55, lol! The doctor made the most hilarious face when telling me what it was, as though she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Considering it turns out it's nowhere near as bad as it could have been, I'll take my moments of levity where I can get them. I dunno, sorry, kind of rambling here. Blame the vicodin!

Well, that's that. It is what it is.

-Nicky