They took a good look around my throat with an endoscope. The screen was out of my line of sight, but Ceebs got a picture. The docs were pleased with what they saw in there. I was pleased they were pleased.
It looks rather, um, gynecological in there
My epiglottis got a little beat up from the radiation, but since I can swallow properly, with no food or liquids getting into my trachea, there’s no cause for concern.
My vitals were excellent, and the bloodwork results showed only one item slightly outside the preferred ranges. The tests in August had a dozen concerning readings.
So, I’m good to go.
Though saliva production is still low, I can eat and swallow most solid foods, and my tastebuds are about 85% recovered.
I really have been feeling well—well enough to dance around on camera. I would’ve been severely bummed me out if they’d said I might feel fine, but I’m not and needed to go back into treatment.
I’m good. Life is good. I’m lucky.