Thursday, September 14, 2017

It's Good to Have a Tongue

Thank God no one wrote in the margins.  The best stage is one.  Tonagual shape shifts back into his natural form, sans a glossectomized chunk.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017


Now it looks like something that might have popped out of the chest of a character on an Aliens movie.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Looks Cool, though...

My tongue now reminds me of the back pocket on a pair of designer jeans from the 1970s.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Can't Talk Right Now

There are a line of stitches in my tongue.  Maybe pictures will eventually find their way onto the blog.  Maybe not.

Never been in the hospital before in my life and I've now had two surgeries for totally unrelated issues in less than a month.  Not to mention a biopsy, PET scan and sitting numbly by myself in the cancer center while other people who are obviously pretty far along in their treatment wait patiently.

A week ago things seemed pretty bleak.  You try to avoid thinking the worst, but the C word is like kryptonite to any kind of positivity.  You can't watch TV without hearing dozens of references you never noticed before.  Now, the bad is cut out, and the recovery begins.

Thank God for clean PET scans, good surgeons, painkillers, good coworkers and good employers.  I've really tried to keep this from people until I knew what path I was about to be following.  There's still a little uncertainty but I already feel so much better than I did just a week ago, at least mentally.

Finally tried solid food tonight.  Poor Amy was eating the broths and creamed stuff with me since Wednesday.  We went and picked up McDonald's after watching "The Founder" on Netflix.  I had a cheeseburger.  Although it was dry, took 30 minutes to mush up to eat and tasted like it had been waiting all day for me to get it, it was the best cheeseburger I've ever eaten.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Life's Curves

Boy, life sure can throw you some curve balls.  Just when you think you've dodged one, here comes another to sit you right back down.  I'm getting too old for this, and ironically, this is when the curve balls fly.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

No Time

The only resource we have that can NEVER be replaced in any form is time.  No matter what you do, you can never have the time back that you used while doing it.  It is gone forever.  You will never get it back.

For some reason, we treat time as if it is something we need to pass.  We invent things to make it go by faster.  Time is treated as a nuisance... until we are close to running out of it.  Then, we bargain, we beg, we do whatever it takes to get just a few more moments.

Maybe, instead of teaching our kids to treat time as something to pass when they are little, we should be teaching them to make the most of it... to enjoy every second of it; teach them to live every day to the fullest.  It seems like peace might be easier to find that way.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

This is the water

...and this is the well.  Drink full and descend.  The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within.