Surgery--Again

agh, Roberta. I wish things were considerably less financially precarious. Nothing like stating the obvious, I know .....

Sigh.

Hey Goil

Glad you went out for a social occasion. It's hard to do tho, is'nt it? (that may sound strange, I think it's hard to do when you step outside of the house and face "the world" as opposed to "medical world" and just do "normal" when it doesn't feel "normal"). Really pleased you did it.

Some financials met - it's something - hope you are able to sort the rest.

Did you try the grapefruit? Was that any good. I thought at about lemon mousse too or would that maybe too much for the taste buds?

Hoping the ear and throat pain has lessened a little over the weekend.

Sigh.... yep. Wishing you well well well. x

Izzie, I stared at the grapefruit in the supermarket. Passed it by.

Maybe next time a?

Quien sabe?

Hey Goil

How's everything in your world? Has the ear pain lessened?



x

Same old, same old, Izzie. Ear and throat pain and no voice.

I'm back to the hospital on Wednesday.

On the food front, I was craving cole slaw. Strange but true. I bought some cabbage and made some. The vinegar didn't bother me (good thing), but the craving seems unsatisfied. (?)

I crave sweets constantly. Nothing works--yet.

Thanks for the lovely flower. Is that from your garden? Is that what attracts all dem boids. Well, that and the suet and other stuff you put out for them. Or are the flowers more bee magnets? Izzie, you're a boids and bees kind of goil.

Hmmmmm ... stopping still & marking time on the one spot for a while, Roberta?

I'm hoping, really hoping, that something changes, soon! A little break through in the ear, throat, voice or taste areas would be pretty good right now! Any one of them, just for starters!

You're right, msolga. I'd be happy with a change in any one of these areas.

Yeah, wouldn't that be good, Roberta?!

And about bloody time, too!

Dropping by to say helllllllooooooooooooooooooooo!

Wishing today for good change to happen. x

I'm wishing you a good day, too, Roberta.

And I'm here bringing our cups of tea to wait with you Roberta:

Seeing the doc tomorrow, right?....

Yes, I'm seeing the ENT tomorrow. I'm hoping that the radiation doctor will be there. I'm supposed to see him every time I go, but they've changed the hours of the ENT clinic, so he leaves before I get called in. I asked for the earliest appointment available, in the hope that he would still be around. Why am I so keen to see him? The ENTs arent' cancer specialists. He is. I want answers! That's assuming, of course, that they'll be able to hear my questions. Yes, I'm still inaudible.

You could be a little facetious with the ENT chap (in the nicest but pointedliness way) and take a large paper pad in and a big black marker and write...

SEE THIS.. <turn page over>

I AM UNABLE TO TALK <turn page over>

WHEN WILL I BE ABLE TO TALK? <turn page over>

I NEED TO TALK <turn page over>

I WANT TO TALK <turn page over>

WHY CAN'T I TALK? <turn page over>

PLEASE CAN YOU MAKE ME AUDIBLE!!!!!!! <withering look>

PLEASE!



and put a smiley or something on the bottom.

There must be a provision for vocal coaching or some such thing after this form of treatment, surely to goodness. I suppose in the US tho it all requires insurance or dosh. mmmmmmmmmm.... crazy crazy!

Make yourself heard Boida, even tho you can't speak. I realise that takes energy and actually, you prolly just so sick of this whole thing and tuckered out with the pain too - but they need to be more proactive here. The ENT guy is the chap to target - make him listen to you (if he's there - ........ hoping he will be there!)

Pain in the bahookie for you.... <stamps feet....errrrrrrrr foot>

Izzie, Trust me. When I'm there, they hear me. I have a speech/throat therapist. I see her next week.

I suspect that I'm not getting answers because they don't know when. Everybody's different. They look at my throat. It looks ok--no cancer.

The radiation guy may be able to give me a better guess than the ENT. Trust me. He knows more about this. I wrestled him to another meeting with the ENT. Caught him on his way out and wouldn't let him leave when things were far worse.

I ain't shy. Not loud, but definitely not shy.

EXCELLENT.

GO GOIL!!!!!

Must be driving you INSANE.

Insane? Who me?

Actually not being able to speak makes me sad. I feel completely isolated.

The insane part was already here. This doesn't help, though.