Goliath, my most formidable of opponents, is back.
If you look at where I've circled in the MRI above, this is where the recurrence is occurring. At least it's in the same spot as before. Ugh...
I got up at 5 AM today to get down to Baltimore for my MRI/checkup, and after hitting quite a snarl in traffic, I made it (just a few minutes late) for my MRI. Everything went smoothly at first: got in for the MRI which was overseen by Lisa my happily recurrent MRI tech, and I even got a copy of the scan all in good time.
This is not how the rest of the day turned out.
I had a notion brewing in the back of my brain, though, that contrary to the appearance of the day, all was not well. It manifested itself in the last 6-8 weeks of dizziness that has plagued me. It hasn't come on gone, but it has been better and worse. The more tired I was usually meant the worse my dizziness would be. I had a scale worked out 0 would be unable to stand (which thankfully never happened) to 3 which was perfect for the day. Three, I found, was the ideal; it was there at the top just beyond my reach. This scale's use, though, has worn itself out.
I've been on many drugs, elixirs, and other medical oddities to help stave off this affliction, but as it turns out, they can--and did--only work for so long. So this is the next step I must take in what my dad calls, "this adventure." I can't help it, but I beg to differ.
As I've had very little time to think this over so far, it seems that it's been forever since my last surgery. This is probably because my memory of my entire cancerous affliction is severely handicapped to say the least. What I have learned is that time is not the most important factor in life, but, I know it sounds cheesy to say, it's what we do with this time that matters. Whether I live 31 or 81 years matters very little compared to what I do with that time. So what should a person do that matters most? I haven't come to the conclusion on this question yet, but this is where time and physical ability actually play into the equation. It's really tough for me to get a doctoral degree when Goliath's perniciously increasing my visceral apathy and maleficently eating away at what I have left of a lifespan. It's all I can do to keep my head held high, but I've been through worse or at least the same before, so for the lack of better wording, here I go again.
