Well here it is 03-11-2020, and I had my throat worked on again, and it probably will not be the last. That said it is a small, very small price to pay to gain living 20 more years. UT did great from registering, in the prep area, surgical area, and recovery area, they were a team of nice ladies and gentlemen. It was most representative of my care when I had throat cancer, minus the radiation part. Then again, Dr. Rathfoot was the surgeon, a finer doctor you will never meet.
I begged Denise to take me shopping and finally, she did, which led to what she said it would, I became a tad overwhelmed. When that surgical numbing comes off and the steroids, one remembers they are limited and human, lol. Denise said he said something about most people are 50, I assume the diameter in cemeteries or perhaps, then again swelling percent closed or open. I asked twice and Denise was understandable worn out and a bit puffy. While my head was still attached, I remained silent. Perhaps I will ask her another day. I go back for a follow-up next week. I do know he stretched my throat and done several Kenalog Injections in my throat. He said he was worried about the chest radiation after the damage left behind in 2010 throat radiation but was relieved. That credit goes to my radiation doctor, Anderson and staff at Morristown Hamblen Hospital.
Tonight, my throat is closing off some, I guess I may have done too much and Denise went to bed 3 hours ago. My head is of two feelings, maybe three. The tip-top is still numb while the area where the shots were injected (just below the top), are extremely sore from the 30 shots of lidocaine it too to numb my head enough to drill those 4 screws into my skull. For a moment, maybe a phantom pain, I felt sore about where they used the Gama Knife. The day that happened I had a brief moment of vertigo. I was headed to feed the cows, I had timed it two days after the surgery. I sat on the cattle trailer until I regained most of my balance, about 15-20 minutes, then went on.
This timing session hasn't gone so well, I messed up planning. I had planned to lay around for a day like I did the brain surgery but I noticed while we came down the road they will be out, probably already are of hay. Tomorrow I have to pay the Insurances then come back and feed the cows. Then I think I will just couch potato it.
On a serious note: I have no idea why God brings me through this stuff, but so far He has. I am not better than others, probably worse in some ways. I was told I gave strength and hope to others struggling if they see strength in me or hope it is misplaced. God is the Hope for me, for everybody, and if they think I have a strength, that too belongs to God as He has carried me at times, most times though this all. I do not understand why I remain but I do remember that night January 31st, 2005. I remember what I saw, what I felt... and perhaps that is why I have unbreakable faith when I had doubt until that night. I also saw what I was before I was forgiven and that causes me to ask, if not me then who deserves this more than I.
I begged Denise to take me shopping and finally, she did, which led to what she said it would, I became a tad overwhelmed. When that surgical numbing comes off and the steroids, one remembers they are limited and human, lol. Denise said he said something about most people are 50, I assume the diameter in cemeteries or perhaps, then again swelling percent closed or open. I asked twice and Denise was understandable worn out and a bit puffy. While my head was still attached, I remained silent. Perhaps I will ask her another day. I go back for a follow-up next week. I do know he stretched my throat and done several Kenalog Injections in my throat. He said he was worried about the chest radiation after the damage left behind in 2010 throat radiation but was relieved. That credit goes to my radiation doctor, Anderson and staff at Morristown Hamblen Hospital.
Tonight, my throat is closing off some, I guess I may have done too much and Denise went to bed 3 hours ago. My head is of two feelings, maybe three. The tip-top is still numb while the area where the shots were injected (just below the top), are extremely sore from the 30 shots of lidocaine it too to numb my head enough to drill those 4 screws into my skull. For a moment, maybe a phantom pain, I felt sore about where they used the Gama Knife. The day that happened I had a brief moment of vertigo. I was headed to feed the cows, I had timed it two days after the surgery. I sat on the cattle trailer until I regained most of my balance, about 15-20 minutes, then went on.
This timing session hasn't gone so well, I messed up planning. I had planned to lay around for a day like I did the brain surgery but I noticed while we came down the road they will be out, probably already are of hay. Tomorrow I have to pay the Insurances then come back and feed the cows. Then I think I will just couch potato it.
On a serious note: I have no idea why God brings me through this stuff, but so far He has. I am not better than others, probably worse in some ways. I was told I gave strength and hope to others struggling if they see strength in me or hope it is misplaced. God is the Hope for me, for everybody, and if they think I have a strength, that too belongs to God as He has carried me at times, most times though this all. I do not understand why I remain but I do remember that night January 31st, 2005. I remember what I saw, what I felt... and perhaps that is why I have unbreakable faith when I had doubt until that night. I also saw what I was before I was forgiven and that causes me to ask, if not me then who deserves this more than I.
