It's been a year. An entire year since everything in life rearranged in 182 minutes of a 'routine' colonoscopy. Kevin still wishes he had never had the colonoscopy, still imagines he could have gone on indefinitely not knowing.
I imagine an untreatead TOM (Cancer so quickly took over our lives, had a personality of its own, that Kate named her dad's tumor "TOM." It really was like an unwanted gate crasher had suddenly joined our party, ate the best food, drank the top shelf liquor and had to be forcibly evicted.) growing within, like some pulsing pile of radioactive waste. Becoming more powerful, stronger, building his empire. Kind of Jabba The Hut Star Wars-esque.
But he was discovered through the miracles of stealth butt cameras and a battle ensued. Laser sharp weapons. Biological warfare. Nuclear attacks. One ravished landscape later the enemy within has been defeated--not merely beaten into submission but erradicated, defeated, destroyed.Permanently.
So now we work on restoring the empire to prosperity and making sure the valiant Jedi warrior gets to enjoy the spoils of war.
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