That is a quote from Alien 3. When naming a blog after a film you should be wary of sequels. I wasn’t going to write this yet but I promised I would and in a strange way I wanted to capture the moment, make it real.
It’s about as real as it gets. Yesterday my big brother and my bestie went to the Royal Free, sat in an office and got my results. Believe me for a truly surreal experience being told kindly, gently but with no bull shit that it’s the worst case scenario is a classic. The Anal cancer has sneaked into my lymph system and as a result the best they can do is make me “comfortable.”
Whoa – wait a minute though – stop sorting through your wardrobe for something suitably solemn/garish because it was also explained to me that the little bugger would have gone un-noticed if it wasn’t for the PET scan. In other words I have no symptoms yet and it’s not growing fast so far. BUT I’ll always have it and this time Professor Zappy and Vinnie can’t fight it. Which is a polite, fey way of saying I have terminal cancer.
But stick around if you feel up to it gang. This blog won’t change much. I guarantee honesty and laughs along this new path. It’ll get a bit rocky that’s for sure but with Team Dolly by my side I have the courage to do this with dignity, humour and fabulous nails.
Seatbelts on everyone. Here we go.