Let's talk about broken bones

[Doc]

Some things I have not done to my self, they were done to me by outside sources, out of my sphere of control.

I have survived stabbings, shootings, poisonings, broken and crushed bones, flogging with a cat o' nine tails, getting impaled on a steering wheel column, severe blood loss, heart attacks, one minor stroke, and cancer. Cancer being the worst. I am, all this time later, still healing from my major cancer surgeries. Cancer was the bitch that nearly did me in where nothing else could. Cancer, well, the surgery, did kill me. I have been dead a few times now, it really changes your outlook on life.

Cancer, in summary.

Smoked for many many years. Quit smoking one day. Just put the damn things down. Still got cancer. Rare type of cancer. It was a type of Kaposi's Sarcoma. It lodged in the blood vessels of my face, in my cheek. To remove cancer, they started cutting at my neck, behind my ear, up to the crown of my head, down my jaw line, around my temple and my eyebrow, and basically peeled the skin from my skull. They removed the roof of my mouth. Part of my lower jaw. Part of the area under my eye. My saliva glands. Several other glands down in my throat. Had to cut several inches of my esophagus out. They replaced all the removed sections of bone with high tech plastic putty stuff. Artificial bone. Somewhere during this process, I died. Very risky operation. Out of fear of bleeding to death, I was suspended in a form of hypothermia, with my body temp taken down way low, with only the barest vital functions. Soon, I will be having another go under the knife, to correct jawbone alignment. I am not looking forward to the process as my mouth will be wired shut for a good long while and I will be forced into a liquid diet again. I am struggling to maintain and gain weight right now, mass that I desperately need and do not have, and, on a liquid diet, I will once again become a scare crow.

Not that I really had a pretty face before, my first major scar being on my face, from having my face slashed open with a bottle as a kid. But afterword, my head and face looked pretty much like DeNiro in that Frankenstein movie.

That covers the first 50 or so years nicely. Since I have every intention of living to 100, I had better be a bit more careful. I am hoping they are every bit as interesting as the first half. Some day I got to get off my ass and go see the pyramids. And other things I have been meaning to do but keep putting off.

Now, I want nothing more then to sit around and warm my bones next to the stove, sitting in a comfortable chair. I have lost the ability to keep my own body temp stable, so getting either to warm or to cold can really screw me over.