Today is one month since my fifth surgery. Five surgeries in the nine months since I was diagnosed with a tumour on 9 May 2011. (The precise diagnosis of ameloblastoma did not occur until later.)
Sometime in late March, I will have my sixth surgery. No more counting them on one hand. Indeed, I may have hit double figures for surgeries in the eight years that Darren and I have been together.
What fun surgery awaits us now?
I will lose the back tooth on the top left (tooth number 27) and the fibula flap below will be cleaned up, to use my surgeon’s euphemism. I can choose between general anaesthetic and local anaesthetic in the chair. I’ll likely opt for the chair, as I did for the removal of my wisdom teeth back in 2006.
There’s been a niggling soreness right at the back of what used to be my gum. It felt like a blister on the back of your heel being continually irritated by your shoe. It was worse in the afternoon and evening exacerbated, I thought, from talking too much.
Not too far off, as it turned out. I am suffering from hyper keratosis caused by masceration of the fibula flap that replaced my left lower jaw. Yes indeed, I’m biting myself. I don’t have much feeling in the area except right at the back. (The sensory nerve, as you may recall, was removed in my mandibulectomy.) The back tooth at the top, for want of teeth to push against, is destroying the soft tissue that they’ve fashioned into a sort of toothless gum.
It’s not pretty.
Out with the culprit tooth. Out, out, I say.
The first available surgery date is not until sometime in late March. Stay tuned.
And for those hanging out to see the charming photos from my recent surgery, I’ll have them up here soon too.