All is good.
This afternoon I got to see my voicebox in action with a camera stuck down my throat as I said “AAAAEEEHHHH, gag, gag”. There was some concern over the last month or so that I had some serious issues in my throat but that has cleared — whatever the hell it was. I couldn’t say 10 words at a time for almost five or six weeks and had a constant dry cough with a slight pain under my left collar bone. There was even some concern that it was esophageal C. It appears to have been a very strange reaction to allergens or something — and was finally fixed with Allegra. Almost six weeks of whatever went away with just three 12 hour capsules. Hooray for mysteries.
ANYWAY – I have passed all of my tests so far … a few remain just to be absolutely sure: some liver function tests and a PET scan and a trip to neurosurgery.
Neurosurgery: I had an MRA scan and my cancer specialist doctor had no idea how to interpret the results … but guesses that there are no real problems since the MRA folks didn’t redflag it. Going to neurosurgery is just precautionary: my doc wants them to read the results and to explain them.
Have decided to decommission the blog.
I started the blog with anticipation that I did not have much time left back in spring of 2011. My hope was that I would meet some fellow travellers and that I could learn more about what is considered a miserable way to end life — from the start I signed up to be medically tracked for the rest of my life to contribute to understanding this cancer. It comes back. Always. Almost always.
Along the way I have met a number of folks diagnosed with either SNUC or BSCC cancer. And the truth is that I feel guilty. I feel guilty that so many did not make it. Actually, I’ve lost contact with all of them.
I feel guilty that I never really experienced anything other than some major annoyances. I feel guilty that am happy that the future looks good. I have no explanation for why I feel guilty but I do.
Along the way I also learned something about the American health care system: if you do not have good insurance then you die. I am one of those folks that have had a ‘preexisting condition’ (a fatty liver) since 1995. This has affected my life in many ways. Ever see those insurance commercials that say you can get $500,000 of term life insurance for just $40, $50 or $60 a month? Because of my preexisting condition my monthly premium for life insurance to make sure my family is taken care of costs $345/month … and I’ve been paying it a long time now. (Dear God, when I turn 69 and 11 months that is when you need to call me home. There is no payout if I reach 70).
Until I got cancer in 2011 I had been an incredibly healthy, active person. Just imagine if I had to buy medical insurance as an individual. It would be cheaper for my family if … rather than ruin the family.
However, my medical care is relatively free and I am cheered to say that fate allowed me to retire from the military. That retirement gave me medical care as a lifelong benefit. In my search for fellow travellers I’ve run across two individuals that couldn’t get the care needed unless they prepaid a ton of money to cover the cost of their treatment. They had no health insurance. They died. They may well have passed anyway but …
Anyway, another goal in starting the blog was to keep some of my closer friends and associates up to date on what I thought would be a short trip.
Life is good. My life appears to be cancer-free and now I am going to focus on other things.
Wishing the best to all of you. And thank you for joining me on my journey.
Apologies for the rant.
Bill G.