Well that wasn't what I wanted to hear.
I just got off the phone with Raven, and apparetnly Goliath was officially dignosed as a mixed Glioma stage 3. Stages 1-2 are considered low grade and stages 3-4 are considered high grade. So Goliath (or at least a small portion of him) was a bit more aggressive than we were hoping he would be.
So that means that they're recommending Chemotherapy and Radiation, and if I'm to start this protocol, it would begin in the next two weeks roughly. If I do pursue this course of action, I don't know where I'd stay either. If I stay in Atlanta, I'm near my family, but I leave myself subject to all kinds of infections that my totally compromised immune system will have no chance to combat. I don't know if I'd be able to handle Philly in that state either. It's too early to say, I guess. I'll have to wait until after I meet with both of my new oncologists (Yay!).
Obviously, the picture's still a bit fuzzy at the moment. I sent an email to the resident Doc at Hippocrates to get the alternative perspective on my diagnoses. Hopefully, I'll hear back soon, but you never know with busy people...
And so the saga continues. I may not be battling Goliath anymore, but I guess you could kind of say I'm battling myself at this point. This isn't the news I was hoping for, and I'm really bummed out about it at the moment. I'm not looking forward to 6 weeks or 6 months of lethargy, body aches and nausea not to mention sporting the 'cancer patient' look. You know what I mean. The thin, wiry frame topped by a bald, shiny head. Like an escaped abductee from an alien probing experiment gone wrong, I'll be almost unrecognizable as a healthy human being. In fact, I'll look more like an alien. Great just great. I'm REALLY looking forward to this.
