Thursday, November 03, 2005
We went to another doctor for a second opinion on my prostate cancer.
He said I've got it, and I dress funny.
Second opinion--what else did I expect?
So now it's a matter of choosing who, where, and when.
We already know why...and, excruciatingly, how.
I guess cancer patients always live in a semi-state of denial--hoping against hope.
Always looking for another opinion.
Me--I'm just looking for a date and a time to carve this stuff out of my belly so I can get on with the business of loving my family and living my life.
It's not so bad, really.
A friend of mine was just told this week that his cancer is terminal.
Sometimes, second opinions are worse than we expect.