Surgery Follow-up Visit

Did you know that “follow up” is only spelled “follow up” if it is a verb? Otherwise, when it is a noun or adjective you should spell it follow-up. Things like this make me wonder what the hell people were thinking as the English language developed. Like no one is reading a sentence and going “they spelled follow-up like it is a noun, but I think they meant it to be a verb. I’m so confused, and now I can’t figure out what to do.” There are many things on my list of what to do if I should ever…

This Week’s Happenings

There really isn’t too much going on this week. Rest and relaxation would almost be a good way to sum it up. Except relaxation is a bit difficult when it feels like you are swallowing razor blades at times. So it’s more like rest and grimacing. Or rest and clenching. Or rest and whimpering. You get the idea. One Week Post DischargeA week ago today I was discharged. Part of the discharge process was a swallow study. The intriguing thing is there is no good way to look at your throat. This isn’t one of those “Open up and say…

How We Got Here – Part 1

In my first post I mentioned that I would take some time to catch everyone up on what has been going on. In the moment, there was really only time to say “I have cancer”. Well two metastatic cancers. But, either way, not enough time to explain. So this will be the first of a few posts to fill everyone in on the past few months and a little beyond. I Kissed a ToadAnd the damn thing didn’t even turn into a prince. Well, there was actually no toad and no kiss. But what there was was a wart. Or…

Homey Don’t Play That NG Tube

I’ve been out of the hospital for a few days now. It’s all kind of a blur. And that’s not just the narcotics talking. Mostly because my narcotics don’t talk. They are more like the paint a pretty picture and stare at it narcotics than the kind that talk a lot and help you hit on an ephiphany every so often. Mostly the narcotics just make text a bit blurry and give me vivid dreams. Oh, and take the pain away for the most part. Taking away the pain is key. The PainDr. Sim, my ENT doctor, said post surgery…

Let’s Not Do That Again

You know how you read about something. Study it a bit and think you know what to expect? Ya, I got an F on TORS. Unless we are grading on a curve. Then at least it was a high F, but an F none the less. Some of you have seen updates from Lindsey on Facebook. Others might be wondering what is going on. For the latter group, the good news is you missed the worst part. Well that and me flipping off the nurse. But first let’s dive into my tongue. You Can Tell a Lot About a Man…

We Ride at Dawn (or a tad earlier)

When I relapsed in 2015 the Oncologist talked to me about a few treatment options. He ended by saying I could take a day or two to talk it over with Lindsey and make a decision. It was important to me at that moment to let him know there is no stopping to think about it. I told him, “I don’t care what it is. I don’t care how much it hurts. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care how sick I get. Whatever you think gives me the best chance of survival my answer is ‘yes,…

Problogue

Over the next fews days/weeks I’ll get everyone up to speed on how we got here. For now, let me sum up. The important thing to know is that I have cancer. Well, two different cancers actually. Basaloid Sqaumous Cell Carcinoma that originated in my thumb and spread to my left armpit and Polymorphous Adenocarcinoma that is located behind my tongue and on the right side of my neck. Ok, I guess actually I have two metastatic cancers. Boy, I didn’t see that one coming. After what seemed like a never ending stream of appointments and surprises, we have a…