Last Friday, as part of my ongoing medical condition, I had a PETscan taken. Monday Valerie and I met with the lung specialist and learned he was not happy with the results. Now a quick of update for those of you just coming on board here.

In Jan I had pneumonia. My doctor sent me to have X-rays, the X-rays founds two spots on my lungs, one on the right and one on the left. I was then sent for a CATscan, which enhanced the anomaly and thus got me sent to the lung specialist. He had me undergo a bronchoscopy whereby he took a sample from one of these so-called lesions. It proved to be absent of cancer. Still, he wasn’t satisfied that the results were conclusive and scheduled the PETscan. Which is now showing cancerous activity. Ergo he sends me to a surgeaon. Oh yeah.

I just came back from my first visit with the surgeon and he was a mystified as everyone else has been from the start. And he tells me he is uncomfortable performing a very invasive
surgery on something he is not 100% sure is the
big C. Duh. So what now? After an hour of back and forth, we agreed to schedule another
CATscan sometime at the start of May. Why? Because we can then compare it with the one take in March and pray we find a difference in size.
Smaller, will indicate its some kind of virus or
whatever and is going away. Larger, even by a miniscule, will add to the evidence it is cancer, and then he’ll talk surgery. So, it’s the old hurry up and wait. I’ll keep you all
posted. Please keep those prayers coming, they do make this bareable.

Spent last Sunday at the Chelmsford show with the Johnny Raygun crew of Matt Talbot and Rich Woodall, and we all had a ball. Larry Dougherty, who put on the show, is an old friend from way back, and all the local fans who stopped by to get books autographed were great. I really like one day shows like this.

I’ve a new review column up, click on to the PULP FICTION banner above and check it out.

Lastly, am getting antsy for the season wrap up of LOST on TV. It’s the one show that nailed me from the start and I confess to being addictd. Loads of fun.

All for this week, gang, take care one all,
Ron.