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So, I am quickly approaching my anniversary date of being diagnosed with lung cancer. 1 Year and still fighting, even with the twists and turns that have been thrown in. I think about the tumor in my brain anytime I loose my balance, or get a headache, I think of the PET scan I just had this past week and the fact that even though I have called my doctor there has been no response (the last time that happened they were not pleased with the reading and sent it up to Mass General for the radiology
It has been nearly a week since I had the treatment for the brain tumor (I still find it all very surreal, as well as frightening, to say those words in regards to myself). I am not dealing with this all that well, in my own opinion anyway. When it was lung cancer, and they removed the lung, then gave me chemo and then the radiation it was a strange experience to say the least. But, they could remove the diseased part of the lung, they could send these poisons into the blood stream to kill any
Well, the CyberKnife procedure is done and I am totally wiped out. I know that it is the anti-seizure meds that is doing it to me. For the first time in many years I overslept this morning, sleeping through my regular alarm as well as the alarm set for my meds.
I am able to make it about 6 hours at work and that is about it. I have been taking the cab in to work (since the buses don't run that early around here) and then take the bus home. Today the bus took 2 hours since I missed
So, it has been a week since we found out that I have two lesions on the cerebellum of my brain. I was referred to a Nero Surgeon here locally on the cape. At first they said that it would be 3-4 weeks, I called my radiation oncologist and they said that was unacceptable and got me scheduled in for today. So, I show up for the appointment and they tell me that the Dr. has been called into surgery and that they have rescheduled me for September 21st. Called the radiation oncologist again, and the
Well, this weekend has been rough so far. I am a mess waiting for my appointment on Tuesday with the NeuroSurgeon for the lesions they found on the MRI. I spoke with both of my sisters this weekend and one of them knew that there was something wrong (I just told her that it was due to the news that the house is going to be put on the market today). I just don't feel right saying anything until I have more to tell them.
What sucks is that I am suspect of everything right now. For example,