New year, NEW DIAGNOSIS!

Hmm. It seems I didn't write a single blog post last year. Not to worry - I have a new subject, bursting with enough humour for a series of posts. WARNING: may also contain trauma. Hopefully the latter will be short-lived (and I'll be long-lived.)

I've got anal cancer. I'm seeing the oncologists this Thursday, who will - I hope - give me some indication of when I'll be starting radiotherapy. I'm looking at five weeks of butthole irradiation, accompanied by a low-dose chemotherapy pill. Apparently, this won't cause my hair to drop out. Which is good, because (a) it's winter and I need head coverage, and (b) I don't have the cheekbones for bald. 

Those of you scooting over from my Facebook page will know most of this already. In fact, these posts will primarily be for those of my Facebook friends who asked me to write updates.

I won't have anything to say until after I've seen the oncologist. In the meantime, here's a picture of me, indicating the location of the mutant cells.

They're in there somewhere, the little buggers.