Everything is so quiet and normal that I haven't had anything to say. Still
working to catch up on all the work I didn't do while I was sick.
Another Oncologist followup on Monday. This is the one between the PET
scans. Everything has been OK on that front.
A new one for my fellow throat cancer survivors to think about though. Two
weeks ago went for the annual physical that we middle aged men pretend to
hate so much (heck, my wife doesn't even get that personal any more) My TSH
number was high. That means hypothyroidism. Gotta take a
synthroid every
day for the rest of my life. Mr.
thyroid was right in ground zero for all
that radiation so I presume he took a hit. Oh, well, I have my teeth and
most of my saliva. And most of my sense of taste even if altered a lot. I
can't be too ungrateful.
For those who remember these things: My mother has recovered almost
completely from her near death experience in February and is keeping me
busy enough that I can't read the group as much as I used to. She is still
on oxygen, but other than that is full of piss and vinegar. Last night was
our weekly Mexican dinner where she does damage to a pitcher of
Margueritas.
Two weeks ago, my brother, Thom, succumbed to pneumonia that he developed in
the hospital during confinement for diverticulitis as a result of being
wheelchair bound for ALS. He had ALS for nearly ten years with a life
expectancy of five, so he did pretty well all things considered. For those
that don't know ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease, even the last three weeks of
it in the hospital make all that I have been through with the throat cancer
treatments seem like nothing at all.
Other than that, nothing new or exciting.