So, I’m in a state of euphoric shock still. I finally saw the neuro-oncologist today, twelve days after finding out that there is a tumor hanging out on my brain-stem. After seeing my neurologist who looked at me like he just ran over my cat when he broke the news to me, and a neuro-surgeon who was telling me about the different options to open my skull or poke holes in it to get a sample of Bob for a biopsy. And, let’s not forget my own consultation with Dr. Google.
The neuro-oncologist, the specialist who analyzes brain tumors daily and diagnosis this shit, thinks that good ol’ Bob has been with me for a very long time, just slowly growing with no aggressive tendencies. She sees no need, for now, to try to take a chunk of Bob for the lab to examine, but we will keep a watchful eye on him. Rather she will, all I see is a glowing marble who I now refer to in third person.
Follow up MRI in three months to see if he’s had any growth-spurts… other than that, back to daily living. With an entirely new perspective. So, thanks Bob.
Thank you all for your support, love, prayers, and good mojo!
More will be revealed…