I've learned over the years that when it comes to medicine you will never get a phone call like this: "ring"...Hello?   Yes, Mr. Mee?   Yes this is him.  This is Dr. SoandSo's office.  Yes...  We have the results of your biopsy and you're gonna die....well have a good day now, bye.

No if it's bad news, you're going in to the principals office as I call it.  So that's what happened with Dr. Burr.  His scheduler called wanting to set up a time for me to come in to discus the results of the biopsy.  OK, secret, the more serious, the more they will fit your schedule.  Follow up for say a zit, "we have an opening at 3am Tuesday", follow up for this stuff, "when would be good for you",  I knew it was serious.

So I met with Dr. Burr, funny thing he kept calling me "Kiddo" until he found out I was older than him and that was about 4 years later.  For some reason we met in the same room for the surgery.  He looked at me, explained it was some sort of Lymphoma and there wasn't a cure for it.  He went through a bunch of other stuff that to this day I don't remember, all I could think of was hhhmmm interesting I have Cancer.

I remember his last line, "get me wrong, it will be a battle, but quite a few people have made a good go at this, so what do you think".  At times like this I have no filter on my thoughts and said "it's gonna be an interesting ride" but I'm gonna kick the $#!+ out of it.  What could I say, for some reason there was no fear, I knew it would be an adventure. He told me I was the weirdest duck he had ever met.

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