Rigidly
Defined Areas of Doubt and Uncertainty
In which I get to meet the consultant again after
a delay
I spend the intervening period wondering
And I’m given specific vague information.
I had been waiting for several weeks to find out what
particular problem or deficiencies I have* and had a meeting with the consultant specialist lined
up in the Newcastle Royal Victoria Infirmary.
I pondered how best to try and meet the information that I hoped would
be received at this meeting and considered attending it with just my wife for
support**. This, however, would not fit the approach we
have as a family to life – we are in this together for better or worse so both
of our kids, Kayleigh and Rory, would attend this as well. Life’s altogether better for sharing the
experience; all for one and one for all, as someone once said. :-)
The wait for the meeting from receiving the notification of
the appointment seemed interminable and imagination got to run away with me/us
several times. Waiting is not something that
is easy to do when the news could be anything from good to monumentally bad and
the mind can drift onto unwanted paths all too easily. The best way to deal with this seems to be to
concentrate on the trivia and small parts of life. In retrospect this actually means we looked
to take the joy from tiny things and making the most of life which, I suppose,
is the best approach in any case. Enjoy
yourself and smile whenever you can.
The day of the appointment was made to feel a lot longer as
we were given a late afternoon slot and, as is the way of these things, we
ended up waiting a lot longer whilst the previous patients were given full
attention. Sitting as a family in the
waiting area was odd, almost like holding our collective breath, but it turned
out not to be too stressful as we decided that the information we were about to
be given wouldn’t change by how we tried to imagine it beforehand. No point in stressing over things you can’t
affect.
We were eventually called into the Consultant’s room and as
I walked in I struggled with something nasty that leapt out at me straight
away. The guy was actually wearing “Jumbo
Cord” trousers in an odd brown colour – how could someone apparently so
intelligent be divorced from fashion for the last 30 years? Weird but I decided to give him the benefit
of the doubt and assumed that his washing machine had broken down a long while
ago and he was working his way through a large wardrobe of standby gear.
Mr Consultant was actually a very nice, very friendly and
open guy – given the job he has maybe this is a good survival technique. Or maybe he was just a nice chap. Who knows?
After the shock of his trousers we got down to discussing my
situation and, it turns out, nothing is definitive. The information from the MRI scan and the
histology report from the stuff they had drilled out of my skull wasn’t
conclusive. I definitely have a glioma
which I guess, is a nice way of saying “brain tumour”. The cells of these types of tumours grow in
the brain or spinal glial cells. The
medical profession have graded the type of glioma dependent on how nasty they
are in a continuous range from 1 to 4 where 4 is the worst type. Although the information from the tests
performed on me were not absolutely conclusive the Consultant has said that he believes
I have a low grade type 2 glioma but they will need to keep an eye on the issue
to see if and how quickly it may change.
The errant cells are spread (thinly we hope) through important areas of
the brain and this type of condition wouldn’t be operable without leaving the
patient as a very damaged being – this seems an obvious “no win” option so
there’ll be no mining of my head’s material just yet.
On the surface, getting bad news of this type doesn’t seem
like a cause for celebration, but as we were looking at the alternatives I
think we were pretty happy with this***. Obviously everyone’s
prognosis can be different and things can change, but the longevity of the
diagnosed condition seems quite favourable.
A distant family member has been dealing with the same diagnosis for
more than fifteen years. Given the
alternative this seems like an entirely reasonable estimate to base life on! :-)
The next steps for the medical process is to go for a
further MRI scan towards the end of February and compare with the previous one
to see if a rate of change is calculable.
Following that with another scan three months later again and checking
how things are as we go. Life appears to
be moving on then and, most importantly, continuing!
Conclusion:
Although, intellectually, people want to have definitive information I am
reasonably happy with a prognosis that is talked about in potential terms of
years rather than lesser amounts. This
gives me a chance to fall foul of lots of other issues that I might have
avoided! :-)
Onwards and, ermm,
onwards...!
*Obviously I don’t want a full list of
my deficiencies only those related to my latest issue – life’s too short for dwelling
on the rest...
**Alone was never an option :-)
***Happy is a relative term but taking
what joy you can from whatever happens is the best way forward no matter how
lucky or unlucky you are in life.