Bad Science has joined the gang. After many prods and pokes and scans, I was finally diagnosed today with throat cancer.
It's going to be fucking grim. Because of where the tumour is, they aren't going to operate, as they would have to remove my tongue and most of my lower jaw. They are going in "aggressively" with chemo and radiotherapy, which might make all my teeth fall out...
Fairly shite, but I'm indestructible. I've been in two wars (Iraq and Afghan), I've done the Marathon des Sables and I've written off a motorbike down Old Street. I even finished a half marathon on a broken ankle, for fuck's sake.
Don't know why I found myself reading this whole thread today, only to find out you are the mustachioed ledge I read about on the papers. Keep trucking, Holmes. Keep trucking.
Bad Science has joined the gang. After many prods and pokes and scans, I was finally diagnosed today with throat cancer.
It's going to be fucking grim. Because of where the tumour is, they aren't going to operate, as they would have to remove my tongue and most of my lower jaw. They are going in "aggressively" with chemo and radiotherapy, which might make all my teeth fall out...
Fairly shite, but I'm indestructible. I've been in two wars (Iraq and Afghan), I've done the Marathon des Sables and I've written off a motorbike down Old Street. I even finished a half marathon on a broken ankle, for fuck's sake.
Bring it on.