In the immortal words of Roberto Duran, "No mas, no mas."

Or more accurately, no mas mass.

The MASS is gone. I don't know what it was...might never know what it was...but my follow-up MRI showed that it's gone.

Personally, I think maybe it was a trill. Everybody watched Deep Space Nine, right? It was probably just an alien symbiote that decided it really wasn't all that into me after all and beamed back to the mother ship.

And speaking of folks who really aren't all that into me after all...Jadyn and I seem to be going our separate ways. I've been really reluctant to post that news because then it seems so real, and I wish it wasn't. I am consoling myself by thinking that if my life was a movie (and isn't it really just one long story, starring me?), I'd have to change partners from time to time. It keeps the story interesting. Adds drama. And in the movies, if it's meant to be, then we'll weather incredible adversity... one or the other of us will be imprisoned in a deep dark place and finally escape; one of us will fight a battle all alone against a superior force; we'll travel through snow and ice; and then, in the end...we'll come back together in a reunion that's so achingly sweet that there won't be a dry eye in the house. And if it doesn't happen that way, no doubt I'm destined to accomplish a great feat...and while I'm off climbing a mountain or painting the ceiling of a chapel, maybe that girl I didn't notice from a few scenes ago will catch my eye at last.

Because if my life is a movie, I'm sure it's not one of those awful sad movies - it's high adventure and emotional derring do. Like Helen Keller said, 'life is a daring adventure, or it's nothing'.

There you go. Two quotes in one post.