Kevin's Dead Cat

After surgery sliced off an entire tumor and 1/3 of my tongue, plus six weeks of radiation therapy, I've been re-learning how to eat, drink, and talk with my newly re-constructed tongue and coping with side effects. But the cancer came back and I don't know what's going to happen next.

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Location: Los Angeles, California, United States

I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.

Monday, August 02, 2004

Dr. McNicoll rocks!

Dr. McNicoll called this afternoon. Turns out he's been trying to move my surgery up by checking with his colleagues at UCLA Medical Center. But there's this big head & neck conference in Washington, D.C. next week that everyone is flying to. That's why everyone's schedule is so tight.

But he asked how aggressive I wanted him to be as far as scheduling surgery sooner, since he could tell from our last appointment how much pain I was in. He's even checking for cancellations every day, since some pop up when a patient catches a cold or something. How great is he?!!!

We talked for a while about post-op. He's very nice, but each time I talk to him I discover a new reason to freak out. For instance: I'm going to have a feeding tube down my throat 7-14 days after surgery since I won't be able to swallow. After I leave the hospital a nurse will stop by my place once a day until the tube is taken out. What a pain in the ass. Maybe I should have one last big meal with a side of painkillers before the operation, since I can't eat solid food for two weeks.


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