No One Expects the Spanish Inquisition

It's been three weeks today since I first learned I had mesothelioma. Nothing—not a year of illness, not a range of perplexing symptoms, not even a CT scan that showed a "mediastinal mass"—prepared me for my biopsy results with the diagnosis. 

Talk about an "oh shit" moment.

As they say, No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.

I've decided to keep this blog to document my journey, to keep my friends and loved ones updated, to inform those who want to know more about what it's like to have mesothelioma, and to serve as a catharsis for me. Do join me in my journey if you can relate to any of those purposes. In line with the title of this blog, there may be the occasional profanity. It's one of the first things I have learned about mesothelioma: it brings out the profanity in a person.

That's because it's so rare, so deadly, and (in cases like mine) so completely unexpected.

I'll have more to say about all that in future posts.