…when my ENT described how they were going to access the tumor on the back of my tongue to remove it.
Okay, it’s not that bad. It’s only my jaw that they’ll be splitting apart and then putting back together after the tumor is removed. AS IF THAT’S ANY BETTER.
We already met with the surgeon who’s going to be taking a bit of flesh from my arm to reconstruct the part of my tongue that’s being removed. We meet with the speech/swallow therapist on Monday, the radiation oncologist on Tuesday, the plastic surgeon and the medical oncologist a week from Wednesday, and then one last visit with my ENT the following week before my surgery.
As I told Ben (and may have written here already) I’m swinging between calm acceptance and freaking the fuck out. Yeah, this ain’t my first trip to the rodeo, but I thought I was done with this crap twenty years ago. And this time getting rid of it is much more…complicated…than it was last time.
Deep breaths, Mark. Deep breaths.
Somewhere between calm acceptance and freaking out is courage. Hope all goes well.
Fuck cancer indeed! I hope for a smooth surgery and quick recovery.