A couple of weeks ago I was in pretty good shape, preparing for a week-long bike tour, riding road and MTB rides regularly, working more hours than I like, raising a family and leading a small bicycle club.
Today I am sitting in a hospital bed with a tracheotomy tube in my throat, preparing for a gruelling series of radiation and chemotherapy sessions and fighting for my life.
I've been having trouble swallowing for a few months. It has seemed like a variation in my chronic problems with allergies, sinus cogestion, drainage and hoarseness. What it turned out to be is a likely malignant tumor in my throat.
I went for an ENT exam 2 weeks ago and he saw the tumor and sent me to specialists in Augusta. They looked, decided it was probably cancer and set up a biopsy the Monday after my week-long bike ride (BRAG). Starting the biopsy they determined my throat was too swollen and I might choke during upcoming radiation therapy, so they did a tracheotomy. Now I'll be in the hospital the rest of the week and coming back soon for treatment, once the tests are analyzed and a definite treatment plan is prescribed.
I'm in for the fight of my life. A fight for my life. The outcome is uncertain. The best thngs I have going for me are great doctors, a loving family and supportive friends. Also, I'm a tough sonofabich and I'm determined to ride my bikes for many more years to come.