Detective Steve
365 Days- Day141
So obviously I'm way behind posting my 365 photos, however, this has been weighing heavily on me and required immediate attention.
This is a compilation of ultrasound images of the right side of my neck, inside which is growing a kidney bean-shaped mass roughly the size of a golfball. Sorry for the quality, I had to take these with a crappy cell phone camera. The tech looked at me like I was a freak when I asked her for a digital copy.
For the past two weeks or so I had pretty much decided to suspend my 365 shots because the lump in my neck is so large I'm pretty sure it can be seen from space.
Then, I was gently reminded by the photostream of my Savannah, GA friend lost in translatn of the purpose of starting 365 in the first place. You don't know you did it Charlotte, but thank you. I will never remember accurately a week, a month or a year from now my feelings this day without posting this.
I have spent the last two weeks telling myself in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, "It's not a toomuh!" Right now nobody seems to know what it is. I go in Monday to hear from my doctor what the radiologist had to say about it. All the ultrasound tech would say about it was, "Holy Cow, that's huge," which was less than edifying.
I am scared. I am angry. Here in Seattle I can feel the approach of Fall in the air. The coming weeks have always been my favorite time of the year. The warm days, the chill nights, the changeable weather, the wind redolent with the scent of the leaves turning. I have always felt a contentment and melancholy as summer dies away. Now I am feeling it even more poignantly with August not even past.
Am I to wane and fade with the summer? This is the thought that keeps my up all night, watching incessant re-runs of "Law & Order" and "Dog the Bounty Hunter" ( I know, I know, but there something freakishly compelling about a grown man in the 21st century sporting a mullet and a truly appalling choice of clothing).
The last three years have been so hard. I have lost all three of my mentors and two cherished pets. This last February my friend Henry died in his sleep at 34 of congestive heart failure that he never knew he had.
It seems I've picked a banner year to start my 365. Before it is done it will have seen my divorce, change of career and a cross country move. Now it will also chronicle the saga of the suspicious lump. All I need now to make it complete will be a UFO sighting and a run in with Chupacabra.
365 Days- Day141
So obviously I'm way behind posting my 365 photos, however, this has been weighing heavily on me and required immediate attention.
This is a compilation of ultrasound images of the right side of my neck, inside which is growing a kidney bean-shaped mass roughly the size of a golfball. Sorry for the quality, I had to take these with a crappy cell phone camera. The tech looked at me like I was a freak when I asked her for a digital copy.
For the past two weeks or so I had pretty much decided to suspend my 365 shots because the lump in my neck is so large I'm pretty sure it can be seen from space.
Then, I was gently reminded by the photostream of my Savannah, GA friend lost in translatn of the purpose of starting 365 in the first place. You don't know you did it Charlotte, but thank you. I will never remember accurately a week, a month or a year from now my feelings this day without posting this.
I have spent the last two weeks telling myself in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, "It's not a toomuh!" Right now nobody seems to know what it is. I go in Monday to hear from my doctor what the radiologist had to say about it. All the ultrasound tech would say about it was, "Holy Cow, that's huge," which was less than edifying.
I am scared. I am angry. Here in Seattle I can feel the approach of Fall in the air. The coming weeks have always been my favorite time of the year. The warm days, the chill nights, the changeable weather, the wind redolent with the scent of the leaves turning. I have always felt a contentment and melancholy as summer dies away. Now I am feeling it even more poignantly with August not even past.
Am I to wane and fade with the summer? This is the thought that keeps my up all night, watching incessant re-runs of "Law & Order" and "Dog the Bounty Hunter" ( I know, I know, but there something freakishly compelling about a grown man in the 21st century sporting a mullet and a truly appalling choice of clothing).
The last three years have been so hard. I have lost all three of my mentors and two cherished pets. This last February my friend Henry died in his sleep at 34 of congestive heart failure that he never knew he had.
It seems I've picked a banner year to start my 365. Before it is done it will have seen my divorce, change of career and a cross country move. Now it will also chronicle the saga of the suspicious lump. All I need now to make it complete will be a UFO sighting and a run in with Chupacabra.