Sep 14, 2010 - 5:03 pm
The ENT Dr G and GI Dr Hewett sent me back to surgeon Dr G (no relation, not the same Dr) to deal with the esophageal stricture that prevents *anything* from going down. I cannot swallow my own spit. I cannot burp. It's bad. The trapped Chilean coal miners have a better chance than my stomach to ever see the light of day.
The good Dr G (he really is good) gave me the bad news no one else (apparently) wanted to. After a thorough exam he concluded that the stricture is so bad that it unlikely that food will ever pass. That's just the way it is. However Dr G is determined to open it and wants to give it a try. He says even though these cases usually do not work out, he thinks due to the soft quality of my mucosa, my general good health, and my attitude, I am an excellent candidate for dilation(s). He thinks I have a good chance at "having the cup of coffee, but probably not the steak".
The procedure will happen in October and I'll keep you posted.
I'm a bit bummed but I'm alive and can do the time while stuff heals. If it does mean I'll live on smoothies the rest of my life maybe I'll write a smoothie cookbook.