wes
KIllerfrog Emeritus
after my recent hospitalization and a meeting with my oncologist yesterday, I am faced with some tough decisions.
Looking at all of myMRi’s side by side you can see a small clearly defined tumor and then you can see a bunch of “ fuzzy stuff” that is everywhere. The fuzzy stuff is the concern. Surgery could be an option but my fear is that it would be pretty invasive in the frontal lobe, which is pretty much the control center of the brain, especially with cognitive functions and problem solving. Since my initial surgery last March, I have noticed some cognitive function having been affected and at times I have problems “ closing the loop on what should be easy tasks or chores. My depth perception an peripheral vision have been affected to the point that I no longer drive as I am a danger to myself and others.
Radiation is a possibility but it has its own risks and I could be turned into zombie again. It was easy but did a number on me.
My one decent option is to go back on the Avastin IV. It won’t harm me or cure the cancer but it soften some of the neurological effects that I deal with
So I am ruling out surgery and radiation and Going with Avastin.
There are no easy answers with this. I’m basically taking the easier path that has little or no risk but even less reward. All it might do is help make me a little more comfortable and there is no guarantee of that but as I said, it can’t hurt me. In fact the only side effect that I have noticed is that I get extremely hoarse after the infusions and at times I can barely talk above a whisper. That means my debut with the Fort Worth Opera will be delayed
I just didn’t want to go through brain surgery again because one of those in a lifetime is enough for me and the radiation just wore my old butt out the last time
I realize how this is going to end and it may mean that last football season may have been my last one. It also means that the baseball game I saw In February may have been my last but I am honored to. Say that Jim Schlossnagle has become a dear friend
I’m not saying goodbye because there is always that miracle that could happen and I’ll be around as much as possible but I have to be realistic about this, keep my perspective and take a hope for the best but prepare for the worst approach. I’ve Been doing that for a while anyway. Now I have no choice
Wish I had better news, believe me I do, but I knew this was coming at some point. Now it’s time to man up and start facing reality
Looking at all of myMRi’s side by side you can see a small clearly defined tumor and then you can see a bunch of “ fuzzy stuff” that is everywhere. The fuzzy stuff is the concern. Surgery could be an option but my fear is that it would be pretty invasive in the frontal lobe, which is pretty much the control center of the brain, especially with cognitive functions and problem solving. Since my initial surgery last March, I have noticed some cognitive function having been affected and at times I have problems “ closing the loop on what should be easy tasks or chores. My depth perception an peripheral vision have been affected to the point that I no longer drive as I am a danger to myself and others.
Radiation is a possibility but it has its own risks and I could be turned into zombie again. It was easy but did a number on me.
My one decent option is to go back on the Avastin IV. It won’t harm me or cure the cancer but it soften some of the neurological effects that I deal with
So I am ruling out surgery and radiation and Going with Avastin.
There are no easy answers with this. I’m basically taking the easier path that has little or no risk but even less reward. All it might do is help make me a little more comfortable and there is no guarantee of that but as I said, it can’t hurt me. In fact the only side effect that I have noticed is that I get extremely hoarse after the infusions and at times I can barely talk above a whisper. That means my debut with the Fort Worth Opera will be delayed
I just didn’t want to go through brain surgery again because one of those in a lifetime is enough for me and the radiation just wore my old butt out the last time
I realize how this is going to end and it may mean that last football season may have been my last one. It also means that the baseball game I saw In February may have been my last but I am honored to. Say that Jim Schlossnagle has become a dear friend
I’m not saying goodbye because there is always that miracle that could happen and I’ll be around as much as possible but I have to be realistic about this, keep my perspective and take a hope for the best but prepare for the worst approach. I’ve Been doing that for a while anyway. Now I have no choice
Wish I had better news, believe me I do, but I knew this was coming at some point. Now it’s time to man up and start facing reality