Our dad had brain surgery three days ago....brain surgery. Say it aloud. Sounds pretty crazy. But not as crazy as brain cancer. Hell, incurable (aka terminal) brain cancer. Yup, say it aloud. Terminal Brain Cancer. Unbelievable.The results of the biopsy came back. He has glioblastoma 4, which I guess is graded on a scale of 1 to 6 (1 being bad and 6 being extremely super bad).
Still some things to figure out, but doctors say life expectancy for his age and diagnosis is 6 months to 5 years. Hell of a range, eh? Kind of pisses me off. Too broad. Give me something more specific or give me nothing at all. Starting to sound like Patrick Henry over here.
Based on data compiled by UCLA's neuro-oncology group, the median life span is about 14 months. I guess I dont really like specificity either. Shit.
No clue what to expect or for how long, but we have every intention of putting that timeline to shame.
Learning as we go. Inhale before each doctors appointment and exhale afterward. Taking each day at time and appreciating what we have.
Ready.
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