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If you didn't have Wegener's, this would be where I tell you we will cut into your throat, and insert a piece of cartilage to seperate and keep open your vocal chords. However, you need to understand the risk. This is by no means a slam-dunk. Your voice could be worse. You could lose your voice altogether. You need to decide if it's worth the risk.

I drop my head. I'm thinking. Over the last few weeks I've been coming to grips with the idea that the traech isn't going anywhere. That I will have it until the day I die. A day that could very well come about because of the traech. I wasn't ok with it, but I was starting to accept that as an outcome.

But if I wasn't willing to take the risk, why was I at the doctor's office? Why did I subject myself to the tests and the idignity of having several doctors and doctors-in-training sticking probes up my nose and down my throat? Why did I bother with any of this if I wasn't willing to risk surgery?

That's what was going through my head then. I raise my head, look him in the eyes, and nod my head.

The first thing we're going to do is put you to sleep and cut open your throat to see if we can physicaly pry open your vocal chords. That'll be the first step. If that works, then we'll go ahead with the rest.

He hands me a card.

Call her on Monday. She'll get you setup. It'll be a day thing, in and out in an afternoon.

Yeah, I know what those are like.