When I started this blog, Jazz said, “Shit. You nuke that fucker to kingdom come, hear me?” I thought at the time that seemed like good advice.
Well the fun is about to begin. I have gone through a series of tests. Blood drawing, ct-scans, mri, biopsy of the tumor, and now the team has figured out what they want to do and how we are going to treat the disease.
I have to say that Zoom, recapped her year in her blog a while ago and pointed out that lots of people were looking at and handling her breasts. A friend of mine wrote me and explained that in his treatment he had had people carefully positioning his genitals each day before his radiation.
I can’t help thinking that this head and neck cancer isn’t the most fun way to go. I’ve had lots of people looking down my throat and feeling my neck but nothing that even the most twisted mind, and that would be mine, could conceive of as intimate or fun.
Today the nurse in charge of co-coordinating all this for me called and confirmed my first treatment on Thursday the 14th.
Over the next 7 weeks I will be getting 3 doses of chemo starting on the 14th, and along with that 35 doses of radiation. The medicos have pointed out that this might be somewhat uncomfortable for me but insist that it is the way to go if I wish to live a lot longer.
I’ll try to keep you posted on how all this is going but I can see already it’s going to put a major snag into enjoying Robbie Burns day this year.