and two hours later!

I saw my beloved neurosurgeon again on Tuesday. He's actually a really nice guy, just straight to the point. At first this was obviously a hard thing to accept with him telling me he thought it would be best to have brain surgery to see what mischief my brain was getting up to. This time I was happy for him to be straight to the point about my health situation as it was a positive outcome. My two gliomas (now I'm learning and starting to understand the lingo) are both different. Which is apparently quite uncommon but the positive side is that the Dr. said that I did not need radiotherapy or chemotherapy. I was so happy when I heard this. I think I asked him 'so I don't need radiotherapy or chemotherapy?' at least twice throughout the appointment because I wanted to make sure I had heard correctly.

I will still have to have them monitored for the next 10 years or so but for the moment I'm happy. I was also happy that he was happy to see how well I'm recovering as he admitted to me that he was quite concerned when he saw me in hospital the first few times as he thought my cognitive functioning had been impaired. I thought to myself 'Pfft I'm the smartest cookie in this town!'.

Oh and the last highlight, not the biggest though, was when he said to me 'who's telling you this information? You have to enjoy life.' after I talked about how the other Dr.s had said to me not to touch alcohol for a year. So last night at the pub I had one alcoholic beverage. I felt like a rebel. Well he's the Neurosurgeon and has more knowledge on the brain than all of the other Dr.s I've dealt with so I trust him.