"'Brain tumor.' 'Cancer.' It's all I could hear. No, wait, I take that back, I could also hear 'Inoperable' which wasn't in any way comforting. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, not my worst enemies, not even Romano. And then, after the doctor (Hah... I'm a doctor, my lovely Lizzie's a doctor, every day at work I'm surrounded by doctors... Why did I go to a doctor? Must have known something was wrong, very wrong... Should have been ready for this. But how could I be?) told me, all I could think was oh God. That was my sole rational, comprehensive though for the better part of an hour. Then, after my hour of 'Oh God,' came an hour or two of 'Oh God, what am I going to tell her.' Again with the invocation of deities. Given my hardcore agnosticism, I think that shows about how shaken up I was. It wasn't untill a few days later that I got around to 'Oh God, I'm going to die.' In that way, I am a very strange man. What can I say? The fact that there was a bundle of cells in my brain, threatening to take over probably didn't help with the rationality any.
Cancer is... An anomily. Why one man has it when another doesn't, or why one man catches it early when another doesn't, I guess no one will ever know. But that's life. And that's death too I guess.
I've survived an operation that shouldn't have been doable, and I've retained my humanity to boot. How's that for defying the odds? All I can say is 'I hope it lasts.'"
Mark ended his entry simply. Not wanting to add flourishes or drama.