I recently (Thursday) found out I have lymphoma, which is a type of cancer relating to the lymphatic system. You know when you get sick and your neck gets puffy? Those are your lymph nodes. They're fighting whatever's wrong with your body by producing white blood cells and junk. What probably happened with me is that I contracted infectous mononucleosis (mono, or "kissing disease") towards the end of my junior year in high school, but since I had so much work to do I couldn't stay home and get better. It taxed my immune system to the point where it went haywire. Of course, that's just my hypothesis. That's not the doctors' assessment of it; they won't know anything about how it came about or what type of lymphoma it is until the biopse comes back.

Biopses. Bleh. They put me under so they could cut open my neck and take out one of the cancerous lymph nodes. Now I have a wound on the side of my neck that suspiciously resembles a vampire bite. Great for roleplaying (I Larp, or Live-Action Role Play), bad for everything else. The absolute worst part, though, is when I went into the OR I KNOW I had panties on. I wake up, no panties. They took them off, the bastards! They didn't even have anything to do with that area of my anatomy. They gave them back, of course, but still! I feel slightly violated.

Tomorrow the biopse results will be in and we will discover the exact nature of the beast. I'm trying to take it easy and get lots of sleep (pain pills that make you drop where you take them help with that), and trying not to get too upset and worried. I have a lot of wonderful, supportive, loving friends. They're the greatest people in the world, and they're gonna keep me safe as much as they can.

Treatment starts Tuesday. I'm prepared for the nausea and the eventual loss of hair. It's going to suck rocks, but I'm a stubborn bitch and I'll get through it. A goodly amount of my life has sucked, and this just adds to it, so I know I'm due for some major karmic payback sometime soon.