I was diagnosed larynx cancer

In Jan 2006, I began to suffer a persistent aphony, up to the purpose to exhausting me to communicate with other people. I started to anticipate in written cards in my pocket. Limited treatments, didn"t buy results.
More than anything my couple and brass tacks led me to a doctor. The specialist, after a brisk checking said "I accomplish not adoration this", "I fancy you to descry a throat surgeon." Here, my couple and I, began to worry.
The surgeon (otorhinolaryngologist), specious me a laryngoscopy, and there it was, a dishy sore, ethical over 1 cm in width protruding on my left vocal chord. I looked at the screen, as whether that were of someone else.
While writing the report, the surgeon commented us that it should be needful to programme a "microsurgery".
We were on Apr 2006. The surgery was scheduled for May 31. Anyway, he commented that, although we compass to wait the outcome of the biopsy, "he believed that it was malignant", though with a hovering curative possibility.
Then we began a tour, visitation a cardiologist, my beginning electrocardiogram (64aсos). After a centellogramme. It was a au courant training for me, to make certain that my affection would select a universal anesthesia. Closest days, other checkups followed and all results were fine.
Finally May 31 arrived. At 12 am o"clock, washed and neat, we went to the Sanatorio Americano (Montevideo). After a while, I was prompted to a extent to obtain changed and I had to assign a diaper, a skirt and a cap (all disposable) on, pity not to accept had a photography camera.
On a stretcher, after a handshake with my couple, I was transfered to the operating theater (again, my cardinal time).
Around of an imposing central cloudless focus, the surgeon, an anaesthetist and two nurses, were waiting for me. Blood force measure, intravenous via connected and conversation, to "break the ice" until 10 minutes or less when, I was gone.
In a bit aggrandized than 1 period I woke up in the satisfy changed room, with my couple as well me, with a worried face, asking me not to speak. I could not government myself and in a whisper I recalled her details of my actuality (euphoria post-anesthesia). Shut up please, she pleaded, watching me with genuine copious eyes. After a couple of hours, they gave us permission to leave. Back home, no words. Everyone of us with our own thoughts.
They were approximately 3 weeks absolutely tough. The suspense is catching in movies or books, on the other hand not in my own throat. My action allowed me to expect of something dangerous, on the contrary as the shout was recovering fast, I was satisfied that complete healing could be possible. She much did not monologue about it.
A infrequent days later, she not endured over and told me, The surgeon said that suspicions were confirmed, the sore is clinically malignant, although we must wait for the pathologist's diagnosis.
Meanwhile the curiosity was extremely strong, PC, Google, larynx tumor, look, please! thousands of pages, which of them added shocking. We confident to point that and wait.

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