And I get my fresh bottle of Xanax...

I have just returned home from seeing PC, and though the biopsy results were not back yet, we did have a long discussion of treatment options and what my next steps should be.

There is still the slim possibility that this thing is benign.  I like this possibility the most, but alas, in the real world using the word SLIM in this case is not a positive.

Now it's time to assemble the team of doctors once again, with my dear PC playing chief orchestrator.  I've got to get an appointment with the oncologist, the pulmonologist, possibly the cardiologist, and get a PET scan.  I'm tired already.

We'll need a good surgeon, if the pulmo clears me for surgery.  PC says there's a guy in downtown Phoenix that does esophageal surgery in such a way that it's easier on lung patients.  I can't remember the name of the process, though.

Other options are that we go straight to chemo, which PC says for this type of cancer, assuming it's the esophogeal brand, should not have an impact on a patient with severe lung disease.

Happily, I work for a company that allows me the flexibility to work around all these obstacles.  I'm a registered telecommuter, one of the accommodations the company has already made for me due to my lung disease.  My manager says my top priority now is me.  He's a peach.

It's going to be a long year, or so, I think, but in the end, I hope to still be alive and kicking, not to mention EATING!  Where's my crab???