Let me start by stating I am a BLESSED man. My journey began in early October of this year. It is my normal time of year for annual physical, blood work, and for last 3 years or so, a lung CT scan. This year's CT scan showed a small nodule had grown from whatever previous size to 1 centimeter. My pulmonologist was pretty concerned and suggested a PET scan. I kind of thought ok, maybe, etc,etc, but she said you need to get this done. I had the PET scan on October 19 and learned one week later that the nodule looked "suspicious" (nice way to say cancerous). She had already reviewed the results with a surgeon and this thing needed to come out. Met with thoracic surgeon that same week on October 29 and scheduled the surgery for November 12. The intended procedure was a thoracoscopy (visually assisted). Basically 2-3 small holes for instruments and a small incision. The pathology (on the spot) confirmed cancer and surgeon started a lobectomy (removing the lobe that contains the cancer). At some point there was a small bleed in my pulmonary artery – a BIG deal. Surgeon made a much larger (8 inch) incision and spread (read that fractured) my ribs to get things open to see what was going on. He told me he literally stuck his hand in there to find the bleed. Two units of blood later, the artery fixed, and minus one lobe of my left lung and I am good to go. Spent four days in the hospital and then home for continued recovery. I am blessed for so many reasons. Early detection put my cancer at stage T1A (the lowest possible). It is very possible that this will be all that is necessary meaning no chemo or radiation. I do scans every six months for now. Great doctors and surgeons got me through this (medically). Great nurses and staff that cared for me in ICU and then in the step down unit. My awesome wife is doing so much for me right now. Finally, I firmly believe God gave me and my surgeon a special blessing at approximately 1000am on November 12, 2020. All that in about 2 months during this crazy Covid pandemic.