Shortly after my 27th birthday, 2 years ago, I was diagnosed with tongue cancer. Fortunately for me it was in as good a location as it could be for cancer, but they still had to remove most of the left side of my tongue. Dec. 17, 2007 I went in for 10 hours of surgery, where the cut from just under my left ear to underneath the center of my chin. Removed half my tongue, and replaced it with a chunk of my forearm--which they covered up with a skin graft from my left thigh. Through in a PEG (stomach tube) just to make things even better.
Was recovered pretty well by Feb. 2008 before I had to deal with treatments. Had to go through 30 rounds of radiation and 4 treatments of chemo-therapy. The chemo-therapy was a breeze compared to the torture of radiation to the face and throat. Had to have a mask made up for the radiation, which involved a mesh like material with a firm outer band, when placed in warm water the mesh becomes maliable. They have you lay on a table, and press the mesh down over your face while having a popsicle like device in your mouth--so your jaw stays apart. Takes about 45 minutes to have the mask formed, to make sure that you don't move the firm outer band is clamped to the table.
Radiation treatments were Monday through Friday, and lasted about 15 minutes for standard treatment, have 5 extended treatments that last 20 minutes. About half way through I was unable to eat by mouth, and had to take all my nutrition through a feeding tube. By the end I was so weak and had lost 25 lbs, unfortunately the effects of radiation don't end with the last treatment and your body doesn't start to recover for a couple months. Now suffer from chronic dry-mouth, due to the removal of salivary glands, and radiation weaking the rest.
Have been cancer free since then, but wouldn't have made it through it without the support of a loving family, and the motivation to see my couple month old son grow up. These are a couple pics of the scars, but the worst scars aren't visible, l live in constant fear of it's return and having my children grow up without a father.
At least this made both hips replacements I had for my rhuematoid arthritis look like a walk in the park.