Finally, on the phone, from the laboratory somebody saying, it is ready, allowed me to go (this time by myself) to a specialized laboratory. They handled me an envelope with the report, I acknowledged and came out slowly, with the envelope that weighed in my wet hands.

Then my request to the Lord, my couple has done this from the very beginning. Outside, I opened the envelope, unfolding the report, squamous cell carcinoma was written, it was like a bad dream, I read it for a second time, it was still saying the same thing.

After a few minutes with a blank mind I began to react, I read again the piece of paper, which spoke about me. In addition to what I had already understood, it was written "low mitosis." Here my veterinary knowledge almost gone, began to reappear, the pressure of the situation, I think, low mitosis means of slow growth. That's good!

I took the cellular phone, I thought for a while and called her. "Be calm that everything is going to be O.K."

Before returning home, visited a Cyber Cofee, Google, larynx carcinoma…… .. and then several pages concurred: "It is highly feasible their recovery or not regression, with radiotherapy and monitoring for several years.

The next day we went back to the surgeon specialist, a nervous waiting and prognosis, "it is curable in a high percentage" (My God… put me within the majority), the surgeon continued, with radiotherapy sessions we had been successful in most cases.

I was also subjected to a CT scan to ascertain whether there were lymphatic nodal touchs. Beyond that we had been notified that this was difficult, because the vocal cords do not have lymphatic vessels.

The result was negative. The embrace when leaving the place, was full of relief, support, transmission of emotions and feelings.

An oncologist told us, I recommend 35 sessions of radiotherapy. He warned as that the treatment could cause an important throat irritation (perhaps I could be able to tolerate only liquid food) and local skin burns.

In July (always 2006) we achieved a place in a well known Oncologycal and Radiotherapeutic Clinic. On July 26th, nearly 6 months after the aphony started. We choose early morning turn.

That morning, at 5 am, this poor human being, was removed from bed, prompted to a shower and get dressed. We caught a bus at 5.55 am. Close to 7 am we were at the Clinic and after a short and tense waiting, the call, a technician guided me to a room where a stretcher and something like an enormous hammer above the stretcher, were, the Cobalt 60 Pump.

The technician told me to lay aside in the stretcher, moved the device down and opened a small window, "stay quiet" said and disappeared. A few seconds the device made a sound like a distant ignition (still hear it) tnnnnnnnn. And began, now silent to emit, whatever it was.

To pass the time, I began counting the seconds (obvious, until 180). At the end, another noise, like a mechanical sigh. The technician reappeared, turn to the other side said, back on the stretcher and over again.

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