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I’m quite certain I owe my life to Mayo…
I’m quite certain I owe my life to Mayo Clinic. I wish I would have gone to them sooner. My journey with cancer began in October, 2025 when I found a lump in my neck. Then came an ultrasound, then a needle biopsy, then came an infection from the needle biopsy, then came pneumonia, then came CO2 poisoning from unnecessary supplemental oxygen, then came a misdiagnosis of a faulty heart valve (turns out my valve is fine) and finally, after too many months, we got a diagnosis of squamous cell carcinoma somewhere in my head or neck. They weren’t sure which. To say that the surgeon was sharpening up his knife as if he were ready to carve a Thanksgiving turkey is an understatement. And after this proposed surgery that seemed exploratory, at best, chemo and radiation were a given, necessitating me losing my hair and my teeth. No thank you. And then we went to Mayo Clinic. From the first visit, we knew we were in the right place. They were able to find the cancer causing all the trouble with no surgery, and it was determined that my prognosis was excellent with just radiation, no chemo. I’ve completed my treatment and all looks good. And I still have my hair and teeth. There’s actually much more to my story, but this is the gist of it. Go to Mayo Clinic if you have head and neck cancer. They’re tops.


