It is not genetic
I learned today from the biopsy… nothing. Ok Ok, I learned that everything they said before is confirmed, I have a malignant tumor. It’s real. I have cancer. They weren’t just guessing, and they are super sure for reals. I did learn one new bit of good news, they ran a genetic test and there is no sign of a mutation in my genes, so I can stop giving my dad shit about giving me cancer. That’s good news for him, I was enjoying being an asshole. And I guess good news for me, because it means there’s less a chance of it coming back. Right? I assume so. It makes sense in my head, therefor SCIENCE.
Now I’d like to give some advice to anyone diagnosed with Cancer:
1. DO NOT google “life expectancy rates” for your cancer
That’s all I got so far. It was a bad idea. I don’t even know what stage I am yet. Dr. Grunk told me today that even though I’m in a bad situation, I’ve had nothing but good news since the cancer was discovered, and for what we can know right now, I’m in the best place a person can be. That’s not to say it will be all good news moving forward, but so far so optimistic. He seemed more concerned than I am, confirmation I live in a fantasy world. What, cancer? Oh is that the thing where you get a handicap parking spot and free wifi for life? Neat!
My Weirdness has been confirmed to be a genetic mutation.