Our neighbor had half his cancerous tongue removed and replaced with wrist muscle just a month or so ago at the Mayo in Arizona. He's back in Minnesota with his wife now and this morning he greeted Stan with a big grin in the cul-de-sac on the way to getting the Sunday paper.
His story was more incredible than anything we might read about today.
"Parts is parts," he laughed, as he showed off the scars from the harvesting done on his wrist and thigh necessary to assemble a new muscle in his mouth. "They made a clean cut, got it all, so there was no radiation needed."
He had to learn to swallow and speak again. He's doing very well, amazingly well, having most difficulty with the "Gee" sound, but he was a delight to see again and he just kept talking while Stan stood in amazement. Biggest complaint right now seems to be that the damage sustained in his left arm with all the new arrangements is interfering with his ability to hit a long golf ball. He wonders if they have installed the senior tees at Stonebrooke yet.
He's looks to be in great shape, still wearing Arizonaesque shorts and flip-flops. He did lose a few pounds. "Don't get a feeding tube," he advised. "You can't get enough to eat and you have to sleep sitting up."
Grateful to see this good man in such great shape, we turned home with the paper to share our own wonderful news.