Play nice until I get back

Thanks to everyone who's sent their best wishes. I've been told taht the airway is healing well, which was my main concern coming out of chemo. The tongue and jaw is still hurting, but brathing is no problem. And the hospice staff said that if anyone give me any guff about morphine requests, tell them to call the hospice. I won't be receiving visitorss until Saturday. By then I hope to have the smaller trache installed. I still don't know when they'll let me drink and eat again.

I've got a weird neighbor whose computer plays a drumroll sometimes. Otherwise the staff is great, my parents have visited, and James hangs out every afternoon until visiting hours are over. So everything is as peachy as can be expected considering I've got another hole in my throat. Everyone play nice with James while I'm gone.