Another Day

Today Sharon, Louie and I went to see the neurosurgeon. Basically he told Louie it was up to him if he was going to recover. In 6 weeks Louie is to have another MRI to see what the tumor is doing. If it's growing he may need chemo and radiation to stop it or he can choose not to do anything and die, but it will be a long time coming. Possibly he may end up in a nursing home not able to move or speak before finally dying. Prognoses doesn't sound good without serious interventions. This SUCKS!!! Big time. It's like living with a time bomb that slowly detonates and then slowly blows up in slow motion. I can't give advice on this.

Presently, Louie is in a wheelchair and very frustrated with the whole situation. Of course, he tries to vent on the closest person which happens to be me. My first thought is to escape, but I know I can't and won't. I've cried a river but that doesn't help, it only makes my nose run. Damn! Damn! Damn!