A tiny bit of cancer

There's no artful way to dress up 40 stitches and a pressure bandage, except to say: finally! bar fight face.

Also: cancer free. (Some things are not working correctly at this time, but if I could smile, you would see me smiling.)

Anyway, come back on Wednesday to see what's under wraps. If we're lucky I'll have a black eye by then, and my parents will have yet another reason to be proud.