Well, other than my wife, and my doctor, you fuckers are the only ones to know. I had an endoscopy last Thursday as I have had increasing difficulty swallowing food. The scope showed a stricture (narrowing of the esophagus near the stomach that he stretched out. As a matter of course, like a colonoscopy, they took a few biopsies. I got a call last night from my GE. I got the cancer. He's not an oncologist, so doesn't want to try to paint to much of a picture, but it's in the esophagus, so likely esophageal cancer. That's not a good cancer. Referred me to a top thoracic oncology surgeon at City of Hope. Haven't yet connected. Until the tests are done, really won't know the stage or any of that. I've been literally having an out of body experience the last 18 hours. Like it's somebody else. But it's me. Not sure how to process it. Of course all I can think about is my family. Son is graduating HS in a week. I don't want this to fuck him up, so may wait to tell the kids until afterwards. And he's planning on spending his first year of college in London. I don't want this to fuck it up. And, well, they really need me around.
I'm having lunch with a few buddies today, one of which has brain cancer that is terminal. He and I have been friends since we were kids. I'll be driving him home. He'll be the 2nd person I tell. Figured he can relate.