So I had my biopsy a few days ago. Now I'm waiting for the results. Results don't matter though because I'm ready to fight. You see, this cancer shit isn't for sissies. What it does is it attaches itself to you, and puts you under its grime reaper curse. If you don't shake it off, you die, shake it off, you go on until its next attempt. Simple stuff really.
Enough cancer talk, today, today I'll be talking about signs, for they are everywhere if we pause to see them and connect the dots.
When I got in the car to go to the hospital for my biopsy last week, as soon as the engine started, the Tom Petty song "Free Falling" began playing. I listened to that Tom Petty's song, and remembered how I had decided to buy tickets for his show two weeks before the event the year that song came out, and my girlfriend had laughed and said, "Two weeks before the concert, why bother? He'll be back in a year."
Still, I decided to buy the tickets, and this is where good fortune comes in, for as I was ordering the tickets on the phone, the agent said, "Wow, these are second row center, someone must have had them on hold and returned them" -- yes, things like that were very rare, but possible in the informational dark ages of 1989.
And so we watched Tom Petty from the second row that summer. Great fortune had hit me smack between the eyes, and my girlfriend thought I had scored the tickets from a mob connection I still had back in Detroit. "Be honest," she said at the show, "no one gets seats like these two weeks before a show."
Getting back to my drive to the hospital for my biopsy: as that Tom Petty song was playing, I knew good fortune was guiding me, and the biopsy would be a smooth procedure; and sure enough, it was, and I should get the results today or tomorrow.
Conversely, I've prayed for a miracle healing, but suspect that it's cancer. And if it is the big C, I'm ready to go again. I'm ready to fight lung cancer 2.0 in 2026 and claim victory over it as I did back in 2019. I mean, all good things come in three, right?
If I get the results today, it will be good news, because today is August 26th, which is a rare celestial configuration known as the "Finger of God." It happens from the Sun being in Virgo while it aligns in a complex angle with Pluto... did I mention I am a Scorpio, and we used to be guided by the planet Pluto before they degraded it to a floating hunk of ice. Which makes perfect sense to me, for my life has always been a dream within a dream floating on a thin layer of ice.
If I get the results tomorrow, the battle is on, for tomorrow is August 27, which features a rare Mercury Cazimi in Virgo. Yes! Mercury, that swift Roman messenger god of old, will give me the news as we prepare to go into battle, side by side, just like ancient times.
~~ Eso Terry



























