Oolite Bulletins

My wife could tell you stories about me. Ah, she knows me best, bless her. She knows what a stinker I am. Before we wed, how I lied to her. Oh yes, I made a profession of the deceitful arts. But I had hoped she cured me of that particular fault. It's funny how one thinks they have changed for the good.

It all came crashing down three weeks ago. I had not been feeling myself for several weeks so I went to see Dr. H. A couple days later he walked into his examination room with a look on his face I did not like. Dr. H, you see, is also my friend, poor devil, and also my comrade in the 5 and 10 k runs for charity. My odd behaviour of late is caused by a frontal lobe brain tumor. My reaction to this news brewed for several days and followed a predictable path from denial to anger, back to denial and then to surrender. It was during this final stage that my manic condition led me to try and erase my Oolite existence. Sadly, I had reverted to my old wily ways which I believed my loving wife had changed.

I have now taken up the resolute stance of a warrior. I am writing this now in case I cannot type another letter. Monday I see a surgeon. If he has no good news, I will fight on with whatever resources available to me. Wish me good fortune.

My sympathies mate.. that's a tough one. I'll just repeat the Jethro Tull line I used in the related thread in Discussion.

"Stare that beastie in the face, and really give him hell!"


Best wishes in your upcoming battle.

Thanks to the almighty that you found a good doctor who is honest in his diagnosis and treatment plan. When you go in, May the surgeon's hands be guided to the right places and perform their job to perfection. My prayers are going with you and also to your medical team. We will be here when all is said and done and you have convelaced enough to rejoin your band of brothers. God Speed you back to us.

Wow, I am sorry CaptSolo. At least now, you know the face of your enemy.
I survived a heart attack at 36. Doctors had no clue why. Said I was healthy as a horse. Might have been stress, might have another one any second, or never... Anyways, I know what it's like to have something like this hit you from out of nowhere.
I hope for all the best for you. Fight the good fight CaptSolo!

Good luck and all strength, Solo.

Good luck in your fight CaptSolo, our thoughts are with you.

Best wishes Captain.

Cheers,

Drew.

I am so sorry to hear this, Solo. My thoughts are with you and yours, and I hope the future is brighter than it sounds. Very best wishes to you, my friend.

Good luck, Solo - fight and win!

My thoughts are with you, Solo. A chronic illness is always terrible, as I've seen with myself and some family members, but it's even more terrible when it tries to rob you of your personality

Good luck Cap.
My best wishes to you and hope all goes well.

Good luck Commander! Beat the bastard!

Don't know if this little bit of fact is of any help or not, but hoping for it to aid in steeling your resolve:
My father went to doctor as his left eye wouldn't open. The doctor(s) found an egg-sized cancer tumor that applied pressure to the eye - diagnosis was that he'd have less than year left, no matter what they did. He chose to not give up, that tumor was removed (surgery + chemotherapy + radiation cure) and he lived more than five years. One can but wonder that if he'd gone to see the doctor earlier, my dad might still be alive. Well, compared to modern medical stuff, the treatments available back then were not much more advanced than eating random mushrooms and dancing around a bonfire...

My daughter was diagnosed with having a Astrocytic tumour grade 3-4 after having a seizure. She had it removed and had the radio therapy within 8weeks of diagnosis. That was nearly five years ago and she is still clear and will hopefully remain that way.

The advances in diagnosis and treatment of these things is tremondous. Stay positive and strong and i wish you well for your next appointment with the doc.

Saying one for you Captain during this challenging time.

Good luck, and never stop fighting.