Six months since I lost a muscle chock full of dermatofibrosarcoma protuberans (DFSP). Six months will become a familiar measurement of my life from this point forward, I imagine, since DFSP has an exceptionally high recurrence rate. Taking an entire muscle is a very aggressive and appropriate way to try and get it all out but since it grows a bit like a jellyfish, only one missed tendril could spell trouble in the future. That’s the fuzzy end of the lollipop for this highly survivable “lucky” cancer. That and the scar, of course.

Still, six months post surgery it looks not nearly as bad as I had feared (save the bump at the end) and the facial nerves seem to be recovering—a painful and confusing process. But then, what about this sarcoma this ISN’T painful or confusing?

Long story short, I expect to get a clean bill of health today at my check-up and an “I’ll see you in November.” And then, hopefully, I can find long stretches of days where I can forget this happened to me at all.

Six months since I lost a muscle chock full of dermatofibrosarcoma protuberans (DFSP). Six months will become a familiar measurement of my life from this point forward, I imagine, since DFSP has an exceptionally high recurrence rate. Taking an entire muscle is a very aggressive and appropriate way to try and get it all out but since it grows a bit like a jellyfish, only one missed tendril could spell trouble in the future. That’s the fuzzy end of the lollipop for this highly survivable “lucky” cancer. That and the scar, of course.

Still, six months post surgery it looks not nearly as bad as I had feared (save the bump at the end) and the facial nerves seem to be recovering—a painful and confusing process. But then, what about this sarcoma this ISN’T painful or confusing?

Long story short, I expect to get a clean bill of health today at my check-up and an “I’ll see you in November.” And then, hopefully, I can find long stretches of days where I can forget this happened to me at all.