Hey all, hope all is well with every one. It has been longer than I would have liked to write to you guys and gals. However I've started a new drug, and it really makes it hard to concentrate on lines of thinking. So writing is probably suffering. Remembering to write (or take drugs or eat my cans) is harder to remember as well. And I have to constantly look back to see what I just wrote. This is one of the reasons I don't like the pain medicines. They do a great job of clearing up the pain (which is at least equally distracting towards writing), but they fuzzy up the brain waves.
As far as talking goes for after the surgery I have found something that should help out. I got an Ipad with a speech application developed just for people like me. So that I can type out what I want to say, and it says it. If I can ever get the expensive away from my pop that'll be great (just teasing).
Other than those two thing I have cousins coming in. I'm looking forward to that immensely. As is others on this coast. So that'll be fun before the horrendous surgery. So I guess thats it for this episode. Sorry its not more together. I'll try to do better next time.
Sunday, January 30
Saturday, January 22
Hey there
Well hi. I know its been a long time. I have excuses. I was in the hospital for a month with pneumonia. Things came up. But really I got lazy. I apologize. I can only hope to make it up to you in the future.
So I am assuming you graciously accepted my humble apology. I haven't heard anything about new artwork at all, so my right arm, it seems, will go bear... single tear.
So now we catch up. When last I was here I was doing good, had aches and pains, but overall was in the positive. That has changed. I have cancer again. It's worse than it was before. I'm going into surgery again. I'm told the only way I'll live is if I do this operation.
Now that may be a no-brainer for most. For me however this is going to be horrible. Since the cancer has decided to attach itself to my jaw bone, that needs to go. At least the section that its attached to. I'm told this is a large portion. In addition to that the half a tongue that was saved, that's gonna be gone. And for kicks my bottom row of teeth are also going the way of the dodo.
Now all that is fine and dandy (well it's not, but I think I could live with that) but the worst part of that is the whole drool control will probably be gone. So not only will I look like a B-movie monster, I'll be leaving a trail of drool around. Well until the radiation burns out my saliva producing glands.
Any-who the new operation takes place (drum roll please) on February 9th. This is entirely to soon for comfort. Not that I'm in comfort, what with the exotic pains from the cancer (this morning I woulda sworn that fire ants had built a nest in my tongue.
So goodbye for now. I'll try to get back on the writing band wagon again. And this time I won't leave you behind once I do the operation. And not just because type will be the only way of communication until I learn sign language.
So I am assuming you graciously accepted my humble apology. I haven't heard anything about new artwork at all, so my right arm, it seems, will go bear... single tear.
So now we catch up. When last I was here I was doing good, had aches and pains, but overall was in the positive. That has changed. I have cancer again. It's worse than it was before. I'm going into surgery again. I'm told the only way I'll live is if I do this operation.
Now that may be a no-brainer for most. For me however this is going to be horrible. Since the cancer has decided to attach itself to my jaw bone, that needs to go. At least the section that its attached to. I'm told this is a large portion. In addition to that the half a tongue that was saved, that's gonna be gone. And for kicks my bottom row of teeth are also going the way of the dodo.
Now all that is fine and dandy (well it's not, but I think I could live with that) but the worst part of that is the whole drool control will probably be gone. So not only will I look like a B-movie monster, I'll be leaving a trail of drool around. Well until the radiation burns out my saliva producing glands.
Any-who the new operation takes place (drum roll please) on February 9th. This is entirely to soon for comfort. Not that I'm in comfort, what with the exotic pains from the cancer (this morning I woulda sworn that fire ants had built a nest in my tongue.
So goodbye for now. I'll try to get back on the writing band wagon again. And this time I won't leave you behind once I do the operation. And not just because type will be the only way of communication until I learn sign language.
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