I’ve had health problems for some years now, which has been endlessly frustrating. The major issue has been that treatments for what it seemed to be were very unreliable. They’d work for a bit, then stop, etc. I’d switch meds, they’d seem to work, then same thing. It’s been a mission. Tests pointed at various organs that might be acting up or even be broken, but also not consistently. But I slowly whittled down the options over the years, and after some recent symptom changes and subsequent more precise scans, I (well, my doctors) figured it out. I have a brain tumour.
I’m not going to go into detail because while Zaggy is a more gregarious fuck, the person pulling his strings is not. I’ll say that it’s not at all immediately life-threatening. There are both chemical and surgical treatment options if it comes to that, and I have the means to get whatever help I need. The only reasons I’m choosing to mention it in public at all, frankly, is because in the very unlikely event of things going south, I’m not going to be spending time livejournaling what’s happening, so I do want people to have some idea of what happened if I vanish forever for no clear reason. And the other reason is because it hopefully serves as an explanation for why I all but stopped writing anything.
So, prognosis good. Meds good. Zaggy good. Ish. I’ll adapt. With luck, this more accurate treatment should get me back to feeling fully normal and I can live a normal life for many more decades. This is actually my second tumour in the last 5 years or so, so I’m an old hand at shrugging off cancers. It’ll take a lot more than some unruly cells to stop me wanting to be creative. With a proper answer of what’s going on inside me, I can figure out how to work around it and continue delivering the porn I love to make.