Staring at a tumour

After the results from the ultrasound, I was referred immediately to an ear, nose and throat specialist for further investigation.

The specialist, Tim, was great and very matter-of-fact. Claire and I felt comfortable with him as he poked and prodded, asked questions, and then sprayed an anaesthetic in my nose.

He then inserted a wicked-looking, thin, black hose with a camera on it up my nose, that then does a U-turn and heads down the back of my throat. It wasn't painful, just a strange feeling. When Tim said  "Hhhmmmmm", I knew we had found trouble. He asked us to look at the monitor and straight away I could see a problem. Right at the base of my tounge, right back in the throat, was a lump that was blocking about 1/3 of my throat.

Hello, tumour.

At this stage, we don't know if it's cancer, or just something else, and Tim walked through all the possibilities of what it could be, from best case to worst case. Based on being a smoker in another lifetime, Tim said he was going to act as if it was the worst case, pending results of a biopsy.

While we were there, surgery was booked for St Vincent's Private in Grey St, East Melbourne for Friday 18th November, but I had to get an MRI first. As I found out, an MRI was just another doughnut machine.

As I was flying out to New Zealand for work soon, which Tim encouraged me to "carry on as normal", I only had a few days to get the MRI done.

As Claire was driving the two of us home in shock, I started ringing every MRI clinic in Melbourne to try and get an appointment. After 30 minutes of calling I hit paydirt! Someone had cancelled at iMed at St Vincent's East Melbourne so I was booked in for the next day.

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