The Blight Has a Name
It’s Hodgkins. Or perhaps it’s Hodgkagains…
Can’t say I’m surprised. Maybe a stitch relieved that it’s not something worse. Pissed that it’s not something better. I’ll send more word on my treatment regimen when I get a chance, but the basics are the same as I described. I’ll be starting ICE chemotherapy as soon as I can line it up. Time to double down. Transplant a garden, where there is blight.