May 11, 2011:
I had just finished my first bronchoscopy, a necessary procedure for the doctor to get a sample of the mass in my left lung. They were going to test the material and get back to me, up to 10 days later, with the results. The mass was clearly an infection but the kind was unknown.
What Dr Filner found was no strange mass to him. He was certain it was cancer. So certain, that a short hour after the procedure he told me, “you have cancer”.
So here I am, one year after diagnosis. A completely different person. Doing my best to really LIVE life with what feels like a bomb inside of me with an unknown detonation time.