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OCF and things

Been talking to Brian Hill of the Oral Cancer Foundation to attempt combining what ever art skills I have and my cancer experience into telling others stories.  In other words to raise awareness of oral cancer in a more photographic/video manner, sort of.  It’s all very fuzzy and organic right now as we spit ideas into the bucket of awesomeness.

Also been thinking of making a simple book for myself of my three main cancer posts.  Like my Blurb test book I did of Quentin sometime ago. I still have to go ahead and order his YEAR ONE book I did which I might pull the trigger on tonight, it’s nearly 100 pages of Q. I’m sure when he gets older he will be like ” You all are obsessed with me get over it”.

First Drivers License

First Drivers License

Fire Truck A Lax

Fire Truck A Lax

Brian has something he want’s you to know

Brian updated his blog with some more info on his oral cancer and images. I think this image says how he feels about cancer.

Life, Games and Flatulence

F You Cancer

F You Cancer

First photo’s from Brian

I’m posting these here even though Brian has posted them at his blog over at life games and flatulence. That straw up the nose looks is awesome. I wish I had that during my awesome ICU stay.

In Brian’s words…

Brian

Brian

Brian made a post on our cancer support forum that he intends to post to his blog on his condition having oral surgery this past week.  I’m going to re-post the story here since I believe it has some good information related to how similar our cancers are.  I’m sure he will get this info up on his blog soon but due to network issues in the hospital it will have to wait I’m guessing until he is released.

Here is his post:

I had intended to post this to my blog so everyone could get an update but the mad hotspot here won’t let me log in so hope you don’t mind if I have you a quick update here..I’m still around…battered and sore but felling better by the hour.

here’s my blog post, I’ll put it in when I have proper email and internet acces.

Day 1

Well actually its day 5, the 1st time I’ve felt well enough and mobile enough to haul out the laptop..sadly no wifi connection in the room, but there is a pay network hotspot way down in the hospital reception… I left my wallet at home with my cards, so will have to get Bina to bring it in I’ll try to make a posting today..Mum’s here though so I dunno why the rest of you will be reading this :D

Seems wrong to start off with today, and not give you a timetable of events but tbh the last few days are a bit of a jumble so best I just explain the best I can remember. I do really feel a lot better today, over the last few days 1 by 1, I’ve had drips drains and catheters removed and as I type this I just have one drain left which will be removed soon.

So…what was it like? Painful of course, incredibly sore, despite the numbing of half my face due to the nerves being tickled and prodded, I still have all my facial nerves intact and they are starting to reconnect at different rates usually preceded with pain. My tongue is half numb still so speaking is a bit slurred but have been told that will resolve itself soon
I have no idea what’s going on in my mouth because the numb side is of course the side where the work was done, but it feels a bit like a big swollen mass at the moment, we’ll have to wait a few more days till the swelling does down to get a better idea.
The surgeon is a bit confused by the pain tbh. Everything above the wound is fairly numb and not too bad, but a few inches below is very raw and swollen.(well everything is but swollen and painful below the wound)

The actual surgery took 5 hours I’m told, and it was quite a surreal experience. Unlike in the UK where you go in, settle down for a few hours, get a pre med, have a quick visit with a surgeon, then get taken down to the anaesthetist. Here we booked in…were shown the room where I would be spending the next 6 or 7 days and basically left to it. About an hour before hand they dropped off some very fetching paper pants and a poppit fastening gown, and gave me a file to take down to the surgeon to discuss what he was going to do.

That was fine, he re-stated pretty much everything he mentioned before and we asked a few more questions about healing rates and so on.

Back to the room…and then told it was set for 12-45 and to get into my paper pants 15 mins before…oh and go to the toilet 1st.
Gulp

Bina stayed with me till they wheeled me out of the room..still no pre-med, and I was wheeled straight down to the actual theatre where of course in typical Dutch fashion everyone introduced themselves…..odd..
I then shuffled onto the op table, fitting my head into a head rest, this was hard and uncomfortable but kept my head nice and still….still no pre-med.
Then they started fitting me with IV’s and strapping me in while still awake….finally the white stuff was pumped in and I was out cold….

5 hours later…

Recovery was awful….since I had swallowed a couple of bucket loads of blood I was very nauseous and they could not give me enough morphine to do the job because that increases the nausea…of course the numb face at least meant I was not screaming the house down.

I’ve never been happier to see Bina and Jodie at that point, unable to say much, in incredible pain and trying hard to breath as my mouth was full of bloody and sticky choking mucus. I grabbed their hands as they stood either side of me and felt immediately better. Both of them wearing sterile hat and gown, which really made Jodies bum look huge???

Things get a bit vague at that point, thoughts are very muddled and I was in distress a few times as I struggled to breath/avoid throwing up,
But eventually things must have stabilised, the surgeon came to see me and wanted to see me doing kiss and smile moves…not too successfully; then they wheeled me back up to the room, where in a few moments of lucidity I worked out that I had all my tubes and drains in place. 2 in the neck, an IV in my wrist and foot , a couple of nasal tubes, which I didn’t understand at 1st, 1 was Oxygen, the other was feeding.

I wasn’t able to wash out my mouth so the thick congealed blood coating my mouth and tongue was stopping any fresh saliva from being produced. The gave me a damp cloth though which I put in my mouth and rubbed my tongue as hard as possible to get it clean…it came out black with congealed blood and took several goes to get something close to clear.

That was the 1st couple of days basically, swallowing was agony, and breathing occasionally become difficult as the thick goo in my mouth would choke me with no easy way to cough and swallow the accumulated and very very sticky gunk

Sleep didn’t come easily and the next 48 hours or so were spent watching the worlds slowest clock on the wall tick seconds away as I tried in vein to find some way to be comfortable on what is supposed to be a state of the art hospital bed (bed goes up bed goes down). I simply couldn’t get cosy. Desperate for sleep and on only mild painkillers there was just no way to drop off and I existed on snatched 5 min naps before waking with a start trying to clear my throat and breath.

Anyway…A nice opiate based injection in the leg one morning gave me 2 hours of blissful painfree sleep (and some very vivid coloured dreams) and I started to feel better.

I got a 1st look at my face which is not a pretty sight at the best of times, and wow….massive angry looking scar with around 30 staples and a huge amount of swelling in the jaw area. At one point the cling film substance they put over the wound to keep everything in place was starting to choke me as my face swelled and swelled pulling it tight across my throat.

All this is normal of course, 4-5 days of swelling are expected and it should start to die down after the weekend.

Mum turned up on Thursday night, she had this trip planned long before the cancer diagnosis so we all agreed she should still come over and we’ll see how things go, but it was clear when she saw me she was a bit shocked at the state of my swollen face. But after a few mins of chatting she was ok.

I’m talking, albeit with some difficulty as my tongue is still numb on one side and I don’t have full lip control but I am at least understandable, so when mum whipped out a video camera to take in the scene I couldn’t resist spouting as many filthy expletives as I was able….something for her to remember ?
I can’t really listen to my ipod either as my right ear is totally numb and it feels too freekingly odd to put an ear piece in. So mostly I am watching TV in the room…one of the benefits of being a solo occupant.

1 by 1 my various tubes have come out…I asked them keep the catheter in for a few days longer than they planned, part from honest fear but also because for the 1st few days I was weak as a kitten and tired in seconds..I mean that, even a few seconds worth of lucid movement resulted in a need for a 2 hour lie down (no sleep though due to the discomfort), so best to let the bag take the effort and avoid pissing the bed.
The feeding tube somehow got pulled out of position while I was asleep and ended up pumping complan type stuff into my chest. The nurse removed it , revealing the bottom 2 inches or so had been sitting in blood, with the intention of putting a new one in, but I just couldn’t cope with the re-insert so I was allowed to leave it off. So I might lose a few pounds in weight….big deal.

Oh they said the catheter does not hurt when they remove it…that’s a lie….well kinda its not so much pain as…..as……deeply unpleasant. I was peeing again normally a few hours later. Never been so happy to have a stand up pee before.

Eating was possible yesterday but frankly just too painful, so I only managed a couple of small spoonfuls of yogurt. Today is much better, swallowing still hurts but not as much and I managed a full yogurt breakfast and a soup and yogurt lunch. The inside of my mouth is swelling up quite a bit today though and I can’t quite close my mouth without effort, so I don’t expect to be chewing for a few more days

So everyday, I’m getting a bit better, I can get up and move about now for longer than a few seconds before needing a lie down. So far about 20 mins…setting up this laptop and typing a page wiped me out for a couple of hours though.

My right arm is starting to get a bit weak, as I was warned, due to the shoulder nerves in my neck, being moved around. No pain (yet) just a feeling of weakness that will get worse then get better.

Bina has taken pics of me in various states, pretty much every day, with a fuck you cancer theme to them, which should become apparent when I post them.

I am able to pull my emails on my phone, though annoyingly I’ve never worked out how to send messages, and the emails of support are really inspiring. Thank you all for the kind wishes and words of support.

So that’s round 2 over…I seem to have won that, the section of jaw removed, along with 3 teeth had the cancer contained, I keep my facial nerves intact and the lymph glands all “appeared” to be clear and healthy. The pathology takes 2 weeks so we’ll know then if we’ve dealt it a knock out blow!

That’s it….never realised typing could be so tiring…am going to go have a 2 hour lie down then watch Dr Who (I at least get BBC tv here).. I’ll post this as soon as I am able but it might not be till I get out and am back home.

The Molly Said…..

Molly

Molly

So I went to the cancer support group yesterday and there was one suggestion Ive been thinking about.   I was trying to describe the changes of things in the last couple of weeks and it was suggested since I’m already documenting things here why not put that in this blog, which does make sense ( why not go all out).  Problem is while voicing these issues in the open is good for others I’m not sure people close to me could handle the way I express myself.  I’m debating that whole thing in that light.  It was said you don’t have to show anyone and it could just be for yourself but I don’t know if I find much value in that since I know there are plenty of folks either feeling or thinking the same things.  It always takes that one word or sentence that helps someone else open knock down there own door.

Besides I need the feedback and the connection if I’m going to open that door.

Then again if I’m trying to hard to articulate it because of those issues then it wont be as true as it needs to be.  It will require others to be more unselfish and understanding and my confidence in that lacks.

Then maybe again so what, fuck it that’s just how it has to be done.

All I know is right now the truth of things is starting to show themselves to me.  It’s like before the color blue looked one way now it doesn’t look the same.   Everything you might have held true to or been is different and changed in some way that seems to be taking a slow methodical knife to all the old layers.  I think it’s early still to really understand this but I know it’s happening. I’m on a road now where the end isn’t’ as clear maybe as I thought it once was.  I never been worried about change in fact I embrace it so in some ways I’m excited to see what happens while on the other hand I can’t formulate what might happen at the end.   That’s the weird part about it.  If you go to college to become a art major you kind of know where your going, maybe not totally but that choice has some fuzzy logic of the future you can understand.  This I can’t for see, everyday seems that my thoughts have changed, my idea’s have changed, everything  appears a little different.    It cuts it all to the bone though and if you are a seeker of truth you can’t argue with how it blows away the fog of bullshit.  It’s just for me a great deal of it is dark and unnerving.  Well maybe to others but not so much to me.

Dale Leys with persed lips

Dale Leys with persed lips and gazing at his old studio in fear the construction guys are going to mess up his zen.

See just by writing this I guess I have started the process.  Well no turning back now.  I visited with a drawing teacher of mine back in my college days recently.  He always says something that seems to stick in my head.  Well prior there was one thing now there is two things.  The first thing was ” What do you know what to draw you haven’t lived long enough yet “. Which I don’t think he is to proud of today that he said it (well he admitted someone else said it), but I really liked that thought at the time and still do.  The other was recently on my visit about me posting my surgery pictures.  He said ” If you had the courage to show those images then I was going to look at them”.   I didn’t really think about it at the time but on reflection ” Fuck yea ” that’s what I’m saying.  If I’m going to throw myself out there then its out of respect for that process he was going to look regardless of what he was going to see.  Now that doesn’t mean I expect my mom or my dad to, they can do what ever they like but  it was good to know that someone took it that way.

The thing is I have a lot of anger and it’s either going to break things down, or set them anew.  At least in my mind that would seem to be the only 2 possible outcomes.   For me to start laying those thoughts down is going to require some real understanding from people.  I guess we shall see, not only the truth in myself but, everyone else.  Who is going stand along side or who is going to duck tails and run.  I think if people would take it they would also gain regardless of how hard it is for them to listen and or read.   Sweeping things under the rug isn’t a option I have to say it regardless of how painful and or how raw it might be.

2 Months post surgery

me

me

Infection

Well got some infection in my leg hole.  Although from the sounds of it it’s not like flesh eating bacteria or something crazy but never the less it’s going to take a vacuum sealer thing to help it get going and heal correctly.

Leg hole infection

Leg hole infection

HAIR VAGEEN

Fucking hair growing in my mouth. At least it’s leg hair I can think of several other places hair grows that I would not want rooted in my mouth.

Legacy of Dr. Bailey

Legacy of Dr. Bailey