when i was a boy , my mum always use to tell me 'boy, you got nothing in that head of yours'
that was the first thing that came in to my mind when i found out that i got a brain toumour , my mum's voice telling me that i got nothing in my head . and who is this doctor to tell me the oposit and not only that i have something in my brain but that something can kill me if not treated ...and eaven so.
it was one week after my 34th b.day , the left part of my body was a mess , the leg didn't move much , my hand was weak and had no coordonation , the left side of my face begin to fell numb . first , i tought is my old scyatyca getting worst , after that someone said i might have a stroke ... hey! a doctor from A&E gave me Diazepam and a slap on my back telling me that i'm gona be fine. and there we are , me and my beautiful wife Rachel just back from a 10days 'vacantion' to Romania , where i'm from (just in case you wander why i do so many mistakes), looking at a monitor showing a tomography of my skull with a big lump in the wright side of my brain. a big lump with a lot of fluid arownd it wich puts presure on my movement center. that's what the doctor said , a lump , not a toumour , just a lump and i start thinking that it can be so bad , no , with the technology they have and the advanced surgery , the lump , is going to be removed and we go home and live happylly ever after . he! but the lump became a grade 3 toumour named oligoastrocytoma.
we are going to fight it ! i said to Rachel and i've seen the same determination in her magical green eys , full of tears now. and i had the cranioctomy , aweak brain surgery , performed by Mr. Paul Grundy . super neurosurgeon. a mirracole man.for 4 hours they removed as much as it was possibile without dameging the healthy tissue. this was on a monday , on tuesday afternoon i was home. tomorow 15sept. i have my last radioteraphy sesion...
this is the long story short. i'm going for a run now . it's part of my trining for the 'great south run' . who else is coming ?
