Not Funny.

My aunt finally went in for her exploratory surgery today and they found what sounds to be the worst possible things. You see, the scans had revealed a cranial tumor so her doctors wanted to look and see what type. Cut a hole, take a peek, and see what you find. They found malignancy.

What’s surprising about this is that she appeared to be fine at Christmas. Since then, she has steadily, and rapidly, lost control of her limbs. Commands to move not recognized, dropping things, falls, the whole deal.

From the news I just received it not only sounds very involved in key areas of her brain, but they also think it started someplace else. Oh yeah, she had some sort of “heart problem” while on the table as well. The full results of the tests won’t be back until Friday, naturally, so we have the rest of the week to freak out. Don’t worry though, we can freak out with the best of them. We’ll wait for one of her doctors to say something encouraging and latch on to that, then we’ll hear something dire and gnaw on that for a bit.

It’s advanced, it’s malignant, and we’re still holding out hope that some gizmo can help. We’ll just have to wait and see.

Your pal,

bob