Monday, July 23, 2012
Scary Day
I call my brain a zinger because of the resemblance of my MRI's to a hostess zinger:
The frosting is my hair, the cake is my scull, and the creamy white filling is my tumor. From the outside you never would know about the filling until you bite into it.
I also get very sharp, but short headaches like someone is stabbing me in the brain with a pen. I call these 'zingers', and they generally happen 2-3 times a week.
Today I had two really bad zingers (Head pains not the snack). Two in one day is odd, and two bad ones really shook me emotionally. My daily life is pretty challenging, but I have been dedicated to plowing through the daily headaches and exhaustion to live large. I have read a lot of other survivor stories about having seizures and waking up in the hospital. To date I have been blessed and nothing like that has happened to me. Today I could see that happening. Although the pain only lasted a few seconds, the aftermath was a glimpse into the future that I carried all day. I know brain tumors usually don't get better. I know all the treatment I went through was an attempt to slow the growth. I don't think about these things on a daily basis, I ignore them the best I can. Today they slapped me in the face, now fearing that I might wake in the hospital tomorrow. Time will tell, time heals, and time to stop my whining. I will wake tomorrow and give it my best shot.
The frosting is my hair, the cake is my scull, and the creamy white filling is my tumor. From the outside you never would know about the filling until you bite into it.
I also get very sharp, but short headaches like someone is stabbing me in the brain with a pen. I call these 'zingers', and they generally happen 2-3 times a week.
Today I had two really bad zingers (Head pains not the snack). Two in one day is odd, and two bad ones really shook me emotionally. My daily life is pretty challenging, but I have been dedicated to plowing through the daily headaches and exhaustion to live large. I have read a lot of other survivor stories about having seizures and waking up in the hospital. To date I have been blessed and nothing like that has happened to me. Today I could see that happening. Although the pain only lasted a few seconds, the aftermath was a glimpse into the future that I carried all day. I know brain tumors usually don't get better. I know all the treatment I went through was an attempt to slow the growth. I don't think about these things on a daily basis, I ignore them the best I can. Today they slapped me in the face, now fearing that I might wake in the hospital tomorrow. Time will tell, time heals, and time to stop my whining. I will wake tomorrow and give it my best shot.
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Zingers used to be made by Dolly Madison, point being that anything can change from the way it was before. Try not to worry, everything works out how it works out.
ReplyDeleteDeb
My theory is to live as long as one can with cancer because there will be new treatments on the horizon. If the radiation and temodar slow the growth then that is great because it gives one more time to be around for the next new treatment. I choose to believe that brain cancer will be another chronic cancer like breast cancer, multiple myeloma. Look forward to the next new breakthrough.
ReplyDeletemomma says: life is like a box of chocolate.....you never know what your gonna get! keep up the faith and lean on friends and family when you need to.
ReplyDeletematt
Good luck, Ed. I am thinking of you. Brian Bella
ReplyDeleteHi Ed: I am a friend of Katy Arrington and I have been following your blog. I am rooting for you and am so incredibly impressed by your bravery. Amy from Phoenix AZ.
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