Why me? Why not?

[charlesdarney]

So the word Tumour is probably the scariest thing I have heard in quite some time, I guess it was pretty obvious that, that is what it was, yet it's still not nice hearing it.
It's amazing how messed up the whole situation is, having to find your own surgeon is the most rediculous thing in the world.
I guess what I like best is living alone thinking what the hell do I do after surgery?
I have this plan, the day before surgery I am going to make all these meals and freeze them and then all going well I can make it back to the house and just cook all these frozen meals...
As if that is going to happen? Of course not I am going to sit there the night before biting my nails, feeling down and sorry and a little worried. Then before I know it the night will be over and I will be unprepared as usual.
One good thing is that all my friends keep calling me from home, it's nice to hear from them......it's amazing how shit makes you think irrationally.
I am not sure if I should record this nonsense, or not.

I guess I may look back at this one day as the scary days of my life, I will tell my fictional grandchildren all about it.