I never expected this past week to be so debilitating, I think I was just looking at this as a wee procedure in preparation for the surgery, just a stepping stone towards the main event. Recovering from having the teeth out was ok and I could eat fine as long as I did it slowly. But the wound in my tummy is still a bit tender, and the most active I've been is to shuffle round Tesco’s, I even made Pete come to push the trolley! My tummy hasn't felt hungry but I've shovelled the food in, just like racing, little and often, actually not that little. Full fat milk, hefty milkshakes, loads of cheese, Reese’s Cups, I’d never heard of them before but they were given to me from Pauline’s friend, they’re peanut butter covered in chocolate and have 500 calories per 100g, hot cross buns with slabs of butter, toast with a hefty spreading of peanut butter and strawberry jam, and Sue’s delicious home baking, that’s just the snacks I've had proper meals and puddings as well. I had hoped to put on about half a stone but it’s just a measly three pounds! I can’t understand how I can be so inactive, eat such high fat stuff and put on so little, although I haven’t manage to store a lot of fat at least every muscle fibre is fuelled to the hilt ready for the fight.
We (Me, Pete and Pauline) were back at St. John’s on Friday to sign consent form and go through the nuts and bolts of the operation (Surgeon’s words not mine) It’s going to take a long time, around twelve hours with three surgeons working in relay, lucky for me I know how to do ultra! After seeing the MRI he is going to remove more of my tongue than he first said and there will be nerve damage, some will be permanent, some temporary also the incision will run up my chin and through my lip, he may remove a tooth at the bottom front for access. Scars fade and I can LIVE with this!
I can’t say often enough how much your caring words of support mean to me, they are a great comfort, I am honoured to have such a support crew, I am not fighting alone. Hold me tight in your thoughts and prayers, especially tomorrow evening when I come round, it’s gonna feel weird.
Dave, thank you for my battle mantra. Hands up, chin down. I don’t know how many rounds I'm going and I'm not stopping until I've won. I've got the best people in my corner. My chin is gonna get quite a skelp, but that ok, I'm strong enough to take it, I’ll stay standing, I'm not doing Marquis of Queensberry rules though. Cancer doesn't fight fair so neither will I, the gloves are off and I have a roll of pound coins in each fist.