I went to Nashville yesterday and one of my many doctors has decided to have me live up there for six weeks for radiation treatment due to a second tumor on my frontal lobe by the ventricle. She wants to treat it aggressively and I can't argue with that. My other doctor switched my chemotherapy which I start today. I take that once every two or three weeks. The hospital is affiliated with something called the Hope Lodge which is funded by The American Cancer Society. It's like a long-term hotel and someone over eighteen has to be there with me since it's with my brain. (brain, bone marrow and.. something else patients require "company" if you will. I'll be home on the weekends and all that stuff. My brother can keep track of my hair loss. She's going to use another kind of radiation for the six weeks versus the "regular" I had before.
The skinny on the tumor business: If they don't treat it aggressively now, it could get real nasty due to the location. That said, where they plan on giving me radiation overlaps slightly on a minor radiation field from before. No one will be able to tell for six or so months but it could cause me to lose rationality, have major mood swings, significantly affect my short-term memory, etc. (I could come down stairs to make coffee and when I get down stairs, I forgot why I came down in the first place. That type of thing.) These could happen. If I don't treat the tumor, it'll happen for sure and within months. (ew) If you look up as to what the frontal lobe does, you have what could be affected. The major injury to my brain was Big Bertha over there. (original tumor)
I have no friends here, no one would take me to the store (so I could buy pumpkin beer) and I didn't feel like watching Young Frankenstein.
I think I was pretty boring last night. Since we live in the country, we don't get trick or treaters so no fun there. lame.
I still need a new laptop after mine died for good. Ohhhhh well. I'll have to save up with the money I don't have!
grumble grumble.
I bought a peacoat from Gap but as it turns out, my shoulders and upper section are too broad for a small and a medium was bought. Now I need it tailored and that's another aggravation.
I went for a three mile run a few days ago. It felt great. I ended up at the Starbucks I'm banned from so water was my drink of choice. My parents were a little mad seeing as I ran ahead without a "chaperon" but I was so tired of just walking and hearing other people pant while they walked at the pace of sea turtles heading to lay eggs on a beach where the sand was replaced with marbles and paperclips.
Ordered some clothes, blah blah, daily routines that are fairly routine. My laptop is dead so I cannot write anymore but I managed to get all my important stuff onto an external.
My mom constantly unloads her untreated depression on me which is unhealthy as I'm bipolar. That could cause my mood to swing and there we go. In her defense, this is one goddamn depressing town.
Anyways, my laptop died. It's gone. I am sad but there's nothing I can do. I want another Mac and that's a thousand wing-wangs. Vista my ass. I don't even know how to use that crap. I managed to get most of the important stuff off my computer (music, pictures, documents, porn, applications, TV shows) so there we go.
The family computer is so.. family. Since my credit is shot from medical bills, I can't charge it. grumble grumble.
I want to hear what you really think of me. Did me having a brain tumor change that? I want to know how you felt before and after. Essentially, I want to know what kind of person I am and what kind of person I was.
I have this anonymous and IP addresses are not logged so you don't have to be paranoid. Go at it.
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