Update to the Throat Stretching…
I should have caught a clue when the first throat stretching procedure jumped my throat opening from 4 to 10 and the second procedure jumped from 10 to 12 that the third procedure would not be the dramatic 18 to twenty I was looking for. The reality is: I went through this final procedure for nothing. Well, maybe not nothing, if you count the kindly letter I got from my doctor.
They did stretch my throat from 13 mm to 13.5. Hard to get excited about and hard to distinguish any difference in performance. Thank God for good insurance. Medicaire would never have paid all these bills.
Back to the letter. My doctor informed me, as gently as he could, that he was done, finished, outta here. What I’ve got is what I’ve got. Any further attempts to correct the problems could lead to serious complications because of the radiation scarring in my throat.
Meanwhile, being an optimist and expecting a miracle, I’d already bought non refundable tickets to England. So, friends and followers, I’m going to blog about London “by tube,” but I won’t be talking about the underground transportation system.
This is going to be challenging. Thank God I can probably drink Ensure or something similar and prevent all those embarrassing issues about how to feed myself w/out exposing my abdomen to the rest of the world. Evenings and in dark corners I can use the tube and syringe when I can no longer stand the taste of room temperature pseudo food. Warm Ensure tastes like carmelized fish.
And I’m going to blog about my adventures in nutrition and modesty so you can decide for yourself how easy or how difficult it is to travel “by tube.”
I’ll be posting pics and videos of everything. Stay with me and keep me in your prayers. If all goes badly, I won’t die of starvation; Jevity and my daily dose of vitamin m&m’s has helped me gain enough weight that I run no risk of malnutrition. Just the real possibility of fitting into some clothes I’ve outgrown recently. Cheerio, readers. I’m off to knock back a half pint, enjoy a little London theater, trek up to York, and maybe even take the boat for Calais, France for a few days. Leaving Sept. 15.
Sorry to hear your news. I am also familiar with the roller coaster ride of emotions that you have to deal with. My Mother has the same ones, good days, bad days, good news and bad. I guess that goes for most cancer patients. I think you are ALL such strong and amazing people! No matter what, you just keep going…….so, good for you!!!! Have a great time and know that you always have prayers going with you.