22 March 2019.
I laugh at the "Mask of Terror."
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. 😃
Suzanne's sister Jenny kindly volunteered to drive the hospital trip today. We met at Marie's (Suzanne and Jen's mum) and dropped Vader off for baby sitting, then bolted. Jen then drove us in and out of town. Thank you so very much Jenny, it was a huge help. Some days I'm OK driving, but mostly Suzanne carries the load, and she's exhausted. It really did help a lot Jen.
A small victory today, I got through the whole mask episode extremely well. I only had one, little moment, and didn't have my escape bell. I'd say 95% OK now.
I know I'm tempting fate here, but I think I can breeze through the next twenty four radiation treatments.
When we went into Radiation, Suzanne noticed a rash on my back. We've been told to keep an eye out for any changes / symptoms and let the team know if anything shows up. Well, Suzanne "spotted" it (Sorry, bad pun) so we duly reported to the nurses, who found Tristan. They really are on the ball in this place when it comes down to actual medical stuff. Tristan suggested I take an anti histamine, keep an eye on it, and let him know on Monday how it's going.
I reckon it's one of two things:
An allergy, which I don't normally suffer from. Now, my body is being pumped full of all sorts of crappy stuff at the moment, maybe something in there is the cause? I don't think so because it would probably shown up earlier. We've been trying all sorts of different food and drinks to find anything I can eat, maybe one of those? Again, I doubt it.
Early this morning I picked up my auction winnings from the week, a trailer and ute load of office and out door furniture. It took me an hour to load, and I was sweating like a pig doing it. Don't tell anyone, because apparently I'm not supposed to do this. I reckon that is the cause. I'm allergic to work.
See ya next week.
I laugh at the "Mask of Terror."
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. 😃
Suzanne's sister Jenny kindly volunteered to drive the hospital trip today. We met at Marie's (Suzanne and Jen's mum) and dropped Vader off for baby sitting, then bolted. Jen then drove us in and out of town. Thank you so very much Jenny, it was a huge help. Some days I'm OK driving, but mostly Suzanne carries the load, and she's exhausted. It really did help a lot Jen.
A small victory today, I got through the whole mask episode extremely well. I only had one, little moment, and didn't have my escape bell. I'd say 95% OK now.
I know I'm tempting fate here, but I think I can breeze through the next twenty four radiation treatments.
When we went into Radiation, Suzanne noticed a rash on my back. We've been told to keep an eye out for any changes / symptoms and let the team know if anything shows up. Well, Suzanne "spotted" it (Sorry, bad pun) so we duly reported to the nurses, who found Tristan. They really are on the ball in this place when it comes down to actual medical stuff. Tristan suggested I take an anti histamine, keep an eye on it, and let him know on Monday how it's going.
I reckon it's one of two things:
An allergy, which I don't normally suffer from. Now, my body is being pumped full of all sorts of crappy stuff at the moment, maybe something in there is the cause? I don't think so because it would probably shown up earlier. We've been trying all sorts of different food and drinks to find anything I can eat, maybe one of those? Again, I doubt it.
Early this morning I picked up my auction winnings from the week, a trailer and ute load of office and out door furniture. It took me an hour to load, and I was sweating like a pig doing it. Don't tell anyone, because apparently I'm not supposed to do this. I reckon that is the cause. I'm allergic to work.
See ya next week.
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