Sunday, August 21, 2011

Glioblastoma Multiforme Arrives

It is about three in the morning thanks and to the last month's journey and I am awake in more ways than one.

I have been mulling over how to write about the flooding hurricane that has been the last four weeks. Do I even want to? How much should I share? But my commitment to vulnerability and openness of myself and especially my faith in Jesus Christ propels me forward. You'll just have to bear with a painter attempting to write and then come to your own conclusions. I am fine with whatever they may be. I love and am friend to many kinds of people with all sorts of world and spiritual views, but under the circumstances given the massive work I see God clearly accomplishing beyond myself I must be honest with you all. And, I am prepared as well for your honesty.

The first thing I want to link to is my story which you can read in the previous post called "The Gospel." It is my journey of faith which began in 1994. Actually, it was a downright supernatural conversion accomplished within a matter of days. Overnight.

So, here we are now. On July 21st a series of focal seizures sent me to the ER, a CT scan showed a tumor. Within a week, I was admitted to the hospital, diagnosed with a brain tumor, stabilized on I.V meds, and had a complete resection craniotomy. Pathology revealed Glioblastoma multiforme (GBM). This is the most aggressive and malignant of brain tumors. I began six weeks of radiation and chemotherapy last week. My plan is to write about each day. I welcome your comments and thoughts.

My husband, Craig, has been keeping a thorough Caring Bridge journal specifics here if you'd like to read the entire story of the last six weeks.

1 comment:

Keith Livingstone said...

Hi; I very much hope you are still well and on the improve. I was diagnosed with GBM in July 2008, 1 year after coming down with a lower-grade oligoastrocytoma. I had a resection, and was expected to die within a few months. My life insurance was paid out on the expectation that I'd very likely not last long. But-praise God- here I am 5 years later, fit as a fiddle, and I've just come back from a run in the local hills, done straight after a session of boxing the bag in the gym.All I've done is chosen to be happy no matter what, and thanked God ahead of time for my eventual absolute recovery, and acted as if nothing was ever wrong in the first place. The beast that propels these little destroyers feeds off fear and panic, so I starved it of those useless emotions and fed it nothing but the fruits of the spirit. And here I am. Keith Livingstone, Bendigo, Victoria, Australia.