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Ripping off the band aid. A few weeks back I was diagnosed with primary heart cancer. Life decided it no longer wanted to fuck around it seems.

Anyway, I was given the option for a more "experimental" treatment surgery, and I'll be going through with that. I leave tonight. Now, why am I writing this? Simple, to give the people that care some idea of what's going to happen.

There is a not an insignificant chance I'll die on the operating table. But, this treatment has a much stronger success rate of actually solving the problem permanently, rather than push the problem back as it were.

So, that's it I guess. If you never hear from me again, I guess I sadly didn't make it.


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