Please don't get me wrong here. I was speaking about MY speech in response to someone else's post. I was not just flat out complaining - THIS time!! We all deal with the side effects of this disease as best we can. Often I have thought that God had an excellent sense of humour for me to have two cancer attacks on my tongue - the irony would be equivalent to a marathon runner loosing a foot. I did have the gift of gab, but perhaps for this portion of my life God wanted me to be a better listener ('cept here). Truth be told, on February 19th it will be 7 years since my 1st diagnosis and at the end of this month it will be 3 years since the end of my treatment for my 2nd cancer. Given what I see alot of people going through here - I've been fairly fortunate.

I have exhausted all the resources of the speech pathologist. She has taught me how to swallow, eat and speak as well as possible. (I've done REALLY REALLY well on the eating part ). I have done every speech exercise known to man and they believe that I have done fabulously, given my limitations. I do have the resources of the speech pathologist available to me whenever I want, but haven't seen her for awhile.

Day to day - I do what I can. My dog thinks I speak his language as he leads me to the Milk Bone box - and everyone understands a hug.

Luv you guys.

Donna