I want to be the bright optimist, too

Pathology report from the inside of my mouth? CLEAN.

Currently? CANCERLESS.

This last week, I went through ALL the doctors: oral surgeon, cancer surgeon, oncologist.

Oral Surgeon: I have bone showing. It’s not a good thing, but the bone doesn’t look like it’s deteriorating yet, so she’s cautiously optimistic. In the meantime, the bone pieces that were showing (and poking through my gums elsewhere), they decided to file down and clip where they could.

Just so you know? They don’t actually give you novacaine for that. It’s more like a really strong orajel. Then they just kind of take weird looking clippers and a file and start having at your bone. It doesn’t feel good, so I held onto the hand of some intern/tech guy that was there. He was a sweetheart about it.

Once that was done, my oral surgeon came in and looked around, said I was doing lovely and said she’d see me in two months.

Cancer Surgeon: He’s always so funny when he comes in. He has one of those head mirrors that he uses to look down my throat and stuff and it’s just so odd. He talks very fast and uses his hands and then he’s just… gone. He said that I was doing okay and that he’d see me in four months.

Oncologist: Saw him at 5:30p because of traffic. Man has the patience of Job. Anyway, he looked me over, stuck his hand in my mouth and said that he’d see me in three months when we did another scan. Also, my bloodwork showed that my thyroid is still not up to par (or is slowly getting worse, fuck radiation) and I needed to up that medication.

So, all in all, I seem to be doing okay. My diet is crap since I can only eat what I can swallow whole (HEEEEEEEY, get your mind out of the gutter), and that’s a lot of Chef Boyardee and pudding and yogurt.

Fundraising is a hardcore go.