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.

Saturday, April 16, 2005


Ali and Giddy (his aunt) told me very nervously that sometimes I have really bad breath. He said his mom was the same way when she was going through cancer treatment. Because of how much my mouth has been hurting, I haven't been brushing my tongue. I guess I shouldn't skip that. Combined with how acidic my saliva has become... well, you get the idea.

I can't really use mouthwash because of the alcohol content, and the breath strips are out because they hurt too much. So Giddy said I should chew on mint leaves, then tossed over a bunch of candy cane drops.

What a pain in the ass.

The tumor is stiffening up the left side of my tongue, so now I'm swallowing in a really wierd way. Result: I'm burping an awful lot; about as frequently and loudly as a nine-year-old boy. James thinks it's funny, but the novelty is dying out really fast with me.


Blogger Unknown said...

clowny, do you like fennel seeds? you can just let it sort of sit in your mouth w/o chewing too vigorously and it's like licorice but nicer ( i think so anyway, it's one of those love-it-or-hate-it things) and supposedly aids digestion...
thinking of you all the time. just...wishing you well. p.s. the pictures of the men in skirts on parade is the funniest ever, i swear! you made a cute mascot!!heehee.

April 17, 2005 4:04 PM  

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