Lost another tooth this morning. My lower teeth are still fine, it is
the upper back teeth that are dying or dead. They shatter like glass and
I spit out the little pieces. There is no pain, none at all. The
radiation they used to kill the tumor passed right through the upper
back teeth on either side. They were trying not to cook my brain, you
see, and used different angles to attack the tumor. But it was all over
the left side of my face and only a few angles could get to some of it.
Those angles - or trajectories - went right through my upper back teeth
on either side. They are completely dead. My front uppers are going
strong, though they are stained from the thrush infection I had.
My thanks to Ruthanne for putting flowers on my parents' graves. I
deeply appreciate it. They were loving people who touched many hearts.
They're still with me. Mom and Dad are in my thoughts every day. I'm
deeply grateful for this feeling. Even the Greensburg of my youth is
still out there, somewhere, waiting for me to find it. When I do, I'll
rush to the front door of my house and throw open the door to find their
smiling faces. They'll ask me how the journey was, while our pets play
about my feet. I'll tell them. We'll talk late into the night.
Wednesday at 4 pm I'll find out what's next in this drama. More
chemo, more pain? Or a respite from the battle and a chance to continue
healing?
Please donate if you can.
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