Yo Quiero Mexico

As much as I am a fan of Taqueria Santa Rosa, hands-down the best tacos I’ve ever had were in Guadalajara at Tacos de Barbacoa.  So what, you say?  This is a cancer blog and not a place for you to write about food, you say?  Well seeing as how I am not allowed to eat at all tomorrow, this is a particularly relevant topic.  And further more, logging the amount of hours I’ve logged this week at work, I feel an urgent need to take a vacation – Mexico would do just fine.  As of midnight tonight, I will be starving myself.  I’m being extra-dramatic at the moment as my appointment is at 1pm.  I’m sure I’ll last.

That being said, I’m expecting to have the best biopsy of my life tomorrow.  10 years ago, my lung biopsy left me diagnosed with a malignant Testicular Cancer which was followed by months of chemotherapy, intermittent studies in high school and a bald head (not a particularly good look on me).  This one, (if all goes according to plan) should leave me with an appointment to have a tumor excised from my lung and the classic doctor’s orders (“be healthier”).

Now, I know that I’m not the healthiest person in the world, but how is it that I, of all people, have cancer?  I have never smoked a cigarette in my life.  I’ve lived a relatively normal life, right?  I know chain-smoking alcoholics who cross freeways a la foot who are “healthier” than I am.  And its kind of frustrating.  I eat a lot healthier than I used to, I go to the gym more frequently… I don’t know.  I suppose this isn’t a question that can be answered so I’ll drop it.  I can’t wait to start riding my bike.  And playing indoor soccer again.

Until then, however, I’m going to high-tail it up to Santa Rosa, try to find some Mexican food and take it easy.  Kindly cross all fingers that tomorrow’s biopsy goes according to plan.  And if you have any kind of heart or soul, please clap 3 times for my friend (who I haven’t even met) who just ended her last chemo cycle. Hooray for that!

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