Three weeks ago today the surgeon slit my throat and did his best to remove as much cancer as possible. The incision is healing up nicely now that we have the rash under control, and as of today I no longer have a lift restriction. The Chief still helped me load stuff into the car to take to a different theater. (They're doing a semi-staged concert production and asked me to style wigs for 2 of the principals.)
My body still seems to be adjusting to its new need for synthroid, and I've got another 10 days of prednisone to get through, which may be why I still run out of gas so quickly. That, and the fact that talking is gonna continue to be work until that left vocal fold heals.
I really appreciate how responsive my surgeon has been. He's answered all my questions within 24 hours and sent me a message this morning checking up on me after yesterday's adventure.
