This is a term my wife came up with to explain how she'd been feeling for the last week. Tomorrow I have a consultant meeting when I hope to hear the results of the MRI Head scan and CT body scan. I realise that she's more worried about it than I am.
When I was told on 6th November that the consultant had seen a 3mm growth in my left temporal lobe which appeared to have doubled in size by February I was given a blast from the Gamma knife team; I thought I'd turned into Joe 90 (apologies to all youngsters who never saw this in the 70s)! 192 beams focussed onto a single point in my head - no wonder it needed firmly screwing down before being zapped as the slightest movement would have taken out the wrong cells; These guys are truly state of the art.
Since that fateful day in November my wife has turned into my chauffeur as well as primary carer; a role that she doesn't enjoy much, not least because I don't make a great passenger.
If the scan presents evidence that the growth in my brain has stopped then my wife only has to wait another (seizure free) year before she can be relieved of chauffeur duties - so you can understand the importance of tomorrow. I have never had a seizure and don't think my brain is in rapid decline, discounting the perhaps expected slight fogging of certain memory banks.
All is well and it is a beautiful day, Lets see what tomorrow brings 
