I'm feeling much, much better these days. My two months of a clogged sinus isn't a tumor, just a very bad sinus infection (because I'm so immunosuppressed). I still can't really hear out of one ear but every day it's a little better. I feel all the time like I just got off a plane. Still, I almost lost it in the doctor's office. The Ear, Nose, Throat guy ran this three-foot-long wire with a camera on the end up my nose and God knows where else. I was afraid he'd get a glimpse of my unconscious and shriek with horror. I was prepared for him finding a polip or something and they'd cut it out and I would survive even that. When he found nothing I smiled.

Then he felt my thyroid and found two little bumps. Then he left the room. Jesus Christ! I was about to run ouf of the place shrieking. I started thinking that my ex-wife is doing so much better now and really could , probably, raise the kids pretty fine if I died (and she didn't blow the life insurance money on incense). Then the doc came back in and I asked him worst case and he said worst case they take out the thyroid and you take another pill, but he's 90% sure that it's nothing. I get the biopsy next week.

Then the letter. The transplant docs want me to contact all my friends and family and ask them for a kidney. Not an easy thing to do. My sister said no already. I think I'm going to write a generic letter to everyone I've ever known and leave them the contact info at the hospital. I realize what a difficult decision it is so this way they can or cannot contact the hospital to start blood work to test if they match without me knowing. I won't stop being anyone's friend or even like them any less when they say no.

In other news, my editor loves loves loves "Father of the Year."