I closed the Archive back in May and until a couple of weeks ago hadn't written a bloody word - you see, I've not been myself and after getting some bad news from the quack, a blackness came over me. I don't usually do depression but this was a bitch and I was unable to shake it off.
Until now that is After all things could be worse...much worse.
You see back in early May I decided to visit the docs because of a wound on my forehead that just didn't
want to heal - I wasn't sure how I got the wound, only that I'd discovered it around last Christmas. At first I thought I'd banged my head, or possibly even cut myself with a fingernail since it was only a tiny cut on my forehead. Still every time the cut healed it would open up again a week or so later, and each time it returned it was slightly bigger than before. Eventually I went to the docs and after tests it was confirmed as skin cancer - and that's what really fucked me up. That dreaded C word. As soon as you hear that word you feel your insides twist and its natural to fear the worse.
There's no such thing as a good cancer, my doctor told me. But if there was then my particular variety would be it.
You see my form of cancer is Basal Cell Cancer -
Basal-cell carcinoma (BCC), a skin cancer
, is the most common cancer. It rarely metastasizes
or kills. However, because it can cause significant destruction and disfigurement by invading surrounding tissues, it is still considered malignant
.
I'm waiting for my date for surgery and I'm told that the success rate is really high, and I guess I'm starting to feel myself again, and that means it is time to bring the Archive back and start pimping my books again.
