The story continues

Well, it's late, but I'll share a little more of the story. It seems I've forgotten an interesting detail.
After my surgery when Dr. Loughridge was explaining things to my parents, he told them that he was amazed that I was still able to breathe and eat. My space to breathe and eat through (windpipe and esophagus) had been about half of the width of a soda straw. That's how much the tumor had been choking me. Now you know why those very large potassium pills sat in my throat the night before the surgery. I could have choked on them.
Well that's all for tonight. I'll tell you more later. I know that the only reason I made it through all this was God taking care of me and providing people to give me their very best care that they could give. There's more to the story, but I'll save it for next time.