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.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Places to go, doctors to meet

My appointment with Medical Oncology (where I'll hear all about the joys of chemotherapy) is scheduled for March 29th. My Radiation/Oncology appointment is still on April 8th.

My vocabulary now includes cisplatin, methotrexate, and "speculative."

Since Monday, I've been tossing my soon-to-be-gone hair as often as a high school cheerleader. Ali said that when the time comes, he's going to shave his head and convince some of the other guys to do the same.

Since I'll also be losing my sense of taste again, I'm hunting down new foods like Tony Bourdain. Adam has ordered some bona-fide Haggis, Eric is taking me to Meson G, and I have an insane recipe for chocolate brownies waiting in the wings.

Everyone has been so great. So far, it's been better this time around because more people know, and they've been so supportive. I was so stupid isolating myself the first time.


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