The aforementioned surgery was a week ago; today I had my first post-op visit.
Now that it's going to be just fine, I'll spill. I had cancer. That is SUPER hard to tell people, because often they get all upset, and you feel that you need to be making them feel better, rather than the other way around. So I didn't share much beforehand.
The doctor called a couple days after the Solstice Ride (pro tip: whenever the doctor calls YOU, in person, the news is not good). I spent some time being stunned and stressed. After the first visit, the surgeon assured me that it was early, and surgery would likely be all I'd need.
Given that I'd been working harder than I should have had to so as to finish rides in a reasonable time, I took this as a message that I did not have to keep fighting it for the time being. Seriously, I'd ride 100k and nap for a couple of days (!)
I did abandon my current R-12 run, because I'll probably not be 200k recovered by the end of March. The P-12 is still a "maybe". I'll see. The surgeon thinks not ("how long would it take you?" About 6 hours. "No"). The PA and I were trying to decide if she meant no you may not do it, or if she just didn't think it was one of the best ideas I've ever had.
During surgery, the surgeon harvested a bunch of lymph nodes, so we've been waiting for the pathology report.
All good. No more cancer. No subsequent treatment.
Now I need to work my way through recovery - it was robot surgery, but there was a lot of internal rummaging around!
I'm walking - distance record is 1.6 miles, 90 vertical feet. Also staying within the neighborhood, because going anywhere useful and interesting is a steep downhill/uphill with no pedestrian accommodations.
I'll probably stick to that for a few more weeks, until my core recovers somewhat, then take the bike out for a short spin in the neighborhood.