A friend sent me a cute card with a picture of a hound dog with an 6 inch druel hanging from it's chops. I relate. The past few days have been mucous overload to the point that I've not been able to sleep for fear that I'll aspirate the gunk and choke or drown. Thank God that last night brought some relief and I was able to get some quality rest in. I gargle with warm salty water several times a day and that helps temporarily.
I'm now strictly on the PEG stomach feeding tube. So my day is pretty much filled with loading the syringe and slowing depressing the plunger to receive the prescribed liquid food. It's called "Jevity" and comes in an 8oz yellow can. The ingredients are loaded with high octane nutrients, but it sure ain't a carnitas taco smothered in guacamole and salsa with a side order of rice and beans...not to mention the Corona.
My voice left me after Friday's radiation session. Just kind of shut itself off like a dial on the radio. I now communicate with Deanna using an erasable white board.
The tumor in my lymph node is shrinking...praise God! The radiation doctor told me that the next two weeks should accelerate the process of killing the cancerous cells.
Onward and forward in prayer and faith in all of God's healing methods!