Saw an oncologist Friday afternoon. Turns out I'm going to need 84 days of chemotherapy (4 courses of 21 days each), more or less 3 weeks of 5 days each, and also (before that) surgery. In theory this should all happen in the next two weeks.

We still don't know where the tumor is (a cat scan is also being scheduled) but given the levels in my last blood test, it's been probably hanging out in my body since mid-February (my bad for not scheduling a follow-up sooner, but I got all discombobulated after the brain surgery in December).

Nonetheless, despite it being caught a little late, the prognosis is pretty good, apparently. This kind of cancer is apparently pretty easily fought and conquered.

Still, I'll be losing my hair (which I'm cool with, as long as my eyebrows don't fall out; summer is coming and I need protection from sweat). I'll also be getting all kinds of sick and nauseous, which I'm less cool with. Oh yeah, and one of the chemo drugs has a chance of causing leukemia. On the bright side, free wi-fi in the chemo room.

Also, I may very well be getting a medical withdrawal from school. I've been struggling with many of my classes all semester. Feeling sick and tired and spacy, finding it hard to concentrate. By the time the month is over I'm going to feel downtrodden and that's when finals are coming. In other words, my graduation is being pushed back, probably to December.