I’ve run up against the Male Medical Ego, head first. Yes, again. I still live in hope that those creatures will become extinct.
As they insist in treating a sinus infection, which they are adamant is viral and which I am equally adamant isn’t (I should know as I’ve had two sinus surgeries for the damn things), with amoxicillin which hasn’t worked on me since I was 10, I am too sick for chemotherapy. I am too sick for radiotherapy and I will continue to be too sick.
So all cancer treatment has been suspended. In all fairness, I think my existence has escaped their attention at this point.
On a positive note, I have a 74% chance of survival from the surgery alone.
My throat hurts. My face hurts. My head hurts. My glands hurt. I’m pretty pissed off.
Here’s a pretty picture of me in my latest sun hat.