It’s just the waiting now. Waiting on the next medical appointment. The initial burst of curiosity and investigative impulses, in the age of google, can go pretty wild, cancerously wild. Seems like two obvious paths ahead. Best case, remove lumpy, check around and look for other suspects, finding none, declare safe zone, just return in 6 months. Worst case, lumpy has lots of friends and they are partying all over the place, making a huge mess. Massive clean up has to be ordered. The place is a fixer, it may even be a tear down. I doubt it’ll be a such a bad fixer it has to be labeled tear down. But we won’t know till during and after the surgery. And I won’t know about a date for the surgery until after March 10. And we are going to Hawaii on March 30th. I am not going to change the plans for Hawaii. Either case, it will make no difference. Either lumpy has no friends or it has friends, another couple of weeks will not make a huge difference.

Instead of friends, I should use the Borg analogy. Lumpy is a Borg ship. Makes for a more realistic metaphor because lumpy is not one entity, it’s a collective, bent on assimilating other living organisms into its gross mutated existence. A collective of parasites that have hitched a ride with me. And this humanoid does not mind being a vessel for other living beings on this journey exploring life. I am already hosting God knows millions of organism in and on me. But for a parasite to come crash our party and take it over, that’s not cool. We will not be taking it sitting down. We must destroy the Borg.