Thursday, 28 March 2019

27 March 2019.

They're ganging up on me.

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. 😃


Wednesday is a big day.

Radotherapy
Oncologist visit
Chemotherapy
Dietitian visit

The shot version is everyone told me I have to eat more.

The dietitian tried me on some samples of "compact protein" drinks. I managed most of them, but my favourite flavour, coffee, burned like a bastard. Poo! Apparently I can survive on these for the next four weeks if I drink about eight a day. I feel nauseous just thinking about it. Oh yes, that's another side effect of the Chemotherapy, nausea. That makes it even easier to eat, NOT!

We left armed with copious amounts of drinks, and will pick up more tomorrow. If I can get through three or four of these a day, and squeeze in some food, we should be OK.

We'll see.

To be honest, as I sit here right now, that feeding tube is sounding better and better.

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