Surgery--Again

REMINDER- OSSO - you asked to be reminded, a while back, to label your freezer bags.... so REMINDING whilst we're on the food part of the tea party!

checking in on the fly..... Roberta said "The tumor is still gone. "

The tumor is still gone.

Joe(that would be a great mantra)Nation

Don't you think it's about time for a new thread? The title of this one is SO outdated.

I'll second that!

Thirded!!!!

Er...I mean...Toided!!!!

Thanks, Izzie. I regret that I'm still a poor freezer bag labeler...

Why? It's so easy. The hot sausage is unmarked; the real, real hot sausage has a piece of white paper in the bag.

If it works, don't fix it.

Gonna keep the title a while longer, Eva. The last time I saw the docs, the head ENT mentioned surgery as a way to reactivate my voice. He wanted to give me more time to see if it would come back on its on.

Also, it's where people look when they want to see how I'm doing.

Speaking of how I'm doing, the pain has subsided a bit. No more pain meds. Hallelujah. Still no sound.

I'm adjusting to a new way of eating. Small bites and lots of water. Still choking on some things I didn't used to choke on. But I've regraduated from mush.

I lost more weight. Graduated from a belt with extra holes to a belt I couldn't get around me a while back.

Yeah. Better than a new thread like "How's mit Roberta".

sounds like I have a package to re-package

Good to hear about the pain, and the somewhat better eating!

How's mit taste?

Possibly surgery to reactivate your voice?


I am wondering what they would do surgically for that?

Is the package already packaged? It may have to be repackaged. I'm walking around in clothes from 100 pounds ago. I have no idea what size I am. But the size I said I'd never get to may be gotten to. Not there yet, though, I don't think.

I agree, rog.

As for taste, I don't know. Some things that were going down, aren't anymore, so I haven't experimented. Just happy to be able to eat, even if it ain't much. And even if everything is all watered down.

The doctor mentioned something about lasers snipping something. There's swelling. Basically, Deb, I have no idea. I didn't pursue it.

I have an appointment on April 15. I intend to make a fuss. Why can't I make a sound? I want answers. My voice started to come back, and then it disappeared. Gone. Vanished. What the hell is going on? Do they know? I don't think so. But I'm gonna make a fuss anyway.

Hmmmmm....I don't know neither.

But a goil needs a voice!!!

Oh Raboida, I've missed the surgery and the yet again missing voice. As Deb said, "But a goil needs a voice!!! " And our goil from da Bronx especially needs a voice and the ability to laugh because you, dear Boidy, have such a great laugh.

Sorry to have been AWOL, but in addition to my tendency to hole up completely, that ol' Dys has had me worried enough for ten people. But enough about him, the tea party continues and I will start looking for elastic waist things that will make it through several size changes. I should know!

Damn, Ms. Olga, you snapped up that gooey chocolate thing before I was even aware of it. Lucky we didn't have to fight over it, I've gained so much weight that I would only have to sit on you to win the fight immediately.

Our phone calls are on hold. Sigh. I love your voice and laugh and our not-for-public hearing bon (for us, at least) mots.

Thinking of you Boidy and thinking of the falcons of NYC and Philly. It's Spring! Have they started laying or hatching, yet? Where's Joe(all buffed up and running) Nation and that shot up, blown up, Farmerman? Have the cameras started?

Love you.

Deb, My voice is hear. Udderwise, bupkis.

Diane, Long time no nuttin'. The falcons of NYC are not viewable. The falcons of PA have laid four eggs and are now sitting and sitting and sitting. Mammals had the right idea.

So you gained some weight? Worry, I bet. Agita. Hang in, kid.

We'll talk eventually. Or you'll talk and I'll whisper. Some folks can hear me over the phone. Some can't. We'll see.

Just back from Bellevue. Saw a psychiatrist. It's exceedingly difficult to get a psychiatric appointment at Bellevue. I think I discussed this earlier. I found out that psychiatrists are available at the cancer clinic on Fridays. Voila.

Yup, I'm depressed. She gave me a prescription for that. I told her that I wouldn't take medication without some kind of therapy. She arranged for one of the interns to see me every Friday in the cancer clinic for the next three months.

Met the therapist/intern. Liked her a lot. She arranged a meeting next week with a health lawyer--also available at the cancer clinic on Fridays. The psychiatrist and the intern think I should be on disability. That's why I'm talking to the lawyer. Don't wanna go through the whole disability jungle again only to be rejected again.

Went to the Bellevue pharmacy to get the prescription filled. Waited less than an hour. I was expecting worse. The expensive antidepressant cost me $2. Not a typo. Two bucks. I'm gonna see if I can find a way to get my other prescriptions switched to Bellevue.

All in all, not a bad day. Haven't been to sleep yet. I'll get there. Right now I'm hungry, and my throat is very sore. Haven't talked that much since last year.

understatement, thy name is Boida




there is a package - already re-packed once. Now a colleague has put together another small selection that I'm to pick up next week.

Mebbe we could get Thomas to errr do yer measurements