11 February 2019

Taking a core sample, of my tongue.

OK kids, I've been diagnosed with cancer at the base of the tongue in my throat. Not a good thing, but every medico I've spoken to has been extremely positive and told me it is totally curable with treatment. 

I'm not shopping for sympathy, but I'm not much of a talker about private stuff (much to Suzanne's dismay) so I'm writing this the keep family and friends up to date, and save you all a bunch of phone calls and emails. Maybe this will also help out someone who might go through the same thing somewhere down the track. It's always good to get the story from the horse's mouth, even if his tongue is a bit munted. 😃

Off to Waverley Hospital, after fasting again. Fasting sucks, I like my breakfast. After doing the usual admin stuff I ended up in an operating theatre with about six people all dressed up green gowns. How embarrassing, Imagine going to work and finding everyone else was wearing the same thing as you. Doctor Taylor was sitting in the corner looking very serious. I told him he needed to smile because he wasn't filing me with confidence. he managed a smile and said he was just thinking about what he was going to do. 

Next thing the lovely young anaesthetist was telling me to breathe deeply, it's only oxygen. Yeah, like I haven't done this before. I just said "Goodnight" and that was it.

I woke up a while later, with a very sore throat. Apparently I have a very narrow throat, and with the growth it's even more narrow, so they had difficulties getting the breathing tube down my throat. Doctor Taylor also had very little room to work in there.

I'm constantly amazed when I visit a hospital. Every time the staff, from admin, to nurses, to orderlies, and everyone in between are bloody amazing. Thank you guys and girls.

Doctor Taylor dropped in and told me everything went well and we'd talk next week.

I just wanted to go home and have some breakfast.