Hi everyone. I haven’t read through any of the posts yet but will do when things calm down.
You came up on active threads at the perfect time.
I was diagnosed with a grade 2 astrocytoma (brain tumour) in Aug 2015 after having a status eplilepticus in the middle of the night. My partner woke up and called an ambulance. The next thing I knew, I was waking up from a coma in ITU. I had my surgery very quickly after as it had to come out. It was very large and had probably been there for 10 years growing slowly unnoticed.
Fast forward to now. I have 6 monthly MRIs and got the news this week that my tumour is growing back, 3 sodding years after a full resection. I am absolutely devastated. I was warned to expect it to return but really thought I’d get many more years before that happened. I’ve been given an appointment with a neuro radiologist and am being advised to go for radio. But if I have radio now, I can’t have it again within the space of 10 years and knowing the bastard type of tumour I have, it will come back or maybe not even stop with the radio.
I’m now 32, with 4 young children and I’m absolutely gutted to be here. All I want is to see them to adulthood and that’s looks far less likely then it was a few days ago. I know you’ll all understand what I’m feeling, the anger, the despair.
I can’t tell my children this time. They were only 8,4,3&3 last time round and mummy put them to bed as normal one night and when they woke up the next day, she wasn’t there. They couldn’t visit me for the time I was ITU so they barely saw me for 6 weeks. My twin girls were young enough that they didn’t take much in, but my boys who were 8 & 4 did and it has affected them both. How can I tell them it’s back now they’re 11 & 8. It’s only going to be even worse for them to cope with now they’re older and understand more.
To make it worse, my mums been on holiday this week so I haven’t been able to tell her. I told her the results were fine. She’s back late tonight so tomorrow I need to break it to her. It’s going to destroy her again.
I’m off to London again today to see my specialist nurse armed with a page full of questions. I’m not sure I’m ready to hear the answers but what can you do.
Anyway, that’s the condensed version of my story up till now. I’m sorry you all find yourselves here too.