Whew!

Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water . . . or the doctor's office . . . we got a LITTLE scare this past week.

The back-left part of my tongue has been way sore for over a month now. Dr. Tsue said that it was related to the dead bone in my jaw and that it would go away after I recuperated from my surgery a few weeks ago. That didn't happen. My jaw, my teeth, everything else is feeling fine, but not my tongue.

So last Wednesday I went in to see Dr. Tsue's P.A. She said the sore on my tongue was bigger than it was at the time of surgery. She didn't expect anything to come of it but wanted to do a biopsy to make sure. That biopsy word just scares the crap out of me these days.

In any case, she cut a couple of pieces of tissue out (which was a joy all by itself) and sent them off to the lab for a biopsy.

As I told Jenny, I've not been too worried about this. After all, she said she didn't expect anything. But I'll tell you, when you actually get on the phone with her to get the results, your heart rate goes way up regardless how cool you are. And you all know how cool I am, right? The next few seconds could bring good news or they could bring devastating news.

Well, to cut to the chase, the results were negative. Still no Cancer. She said she's not 100% sure what's going on but I'm supposed to continue with my 4-times-a-day rinse and I already have a follow-up appointment with Dr. Tsue in late May so he'll assess progress at that point.

So, I can relax again.

Well, sorta.