In 2010, I was, I thought, a fit and passionately active guy, living in New York City, when, after a couple of misdiagnoses, discovered something on the base of my tongue that should not have been there.
Oddly, at the same time the unwanted lump was finally biopsied, a well-known actor and one of my favorites, initials M.D., announced he was going through the same treatment, for the same thing, same area, same stage, at the same time. He was also misdiagnosed, which made our treatments more severe than they otherwise would have needed to be. Because I was particularly heat-sensitive, the seven weeks of radiation and chemo ended up making waste of my left mandible, requiring a 2nd remedy more harsh than the first.
Although my grandfather died from tongue cancer, perhaps leaving me with a predisposing gene, (he chewed tobacco, I did not nor was I a smoker) I make no bones that the cancerous condition was brought on by my own lifestyle choices.
This blog started out as a method of communicating the treatment process, a kind of shared diary to family and friends, and has since evolved into homogenized, fibrous comments of whatever seems to choke me up at the moment.