So, I am sitting outside, it is the middle of the night, and my Mac (actually my wife's Mac) has just announced "it's twelve o'clock". Beautiful English accent received pronunciation (but I am in the South of the United States haha, life is a cabaret, isn't it - I have lived in so many different places in the world...)
Nevertheless - 12 o'clock means that I had my cheilectomy exactly one year ago. And all I can say is that I do not even remember why. This is so good. I can do whatever I want. I know I am lucky; probably I am one of these guys in whom the surgery really worked - and brought the relief.
All I want to say is that cheilectomy can help. I do not have any statistical data to see what is the likelihood. For me, it was a miracle.
The last sip of pinot grigio and I am going to bed in a moment.
Forgive me for the lack of being "serious" on this occasion. I am European, I spent a good part of my life in England, and I learned the power of taking myself seriously, but not too seriously. Yet I am taking all of you very seriously. That's why I created this blog. No one needs to suffer if there is no need to suffer.
