I've started thinking - 11/08/07

As I put in a previous post, the Internet - or indeed books - may not be your best friends. I did a bit more research and found that there are roughly 4 types of glioma. I won't bother listing them here, but none of them makes pleasant reading. So much so that I've now written to my neurologist asking a question that for some reason didn't occur to me before:

Is my life expectancy affected significantly by the presence of this glioma? Read the research and I'll be lucky to last more than 10 years. However, as I've said before, my glioma is low-grade and so these figures may not be relevant. On the other hand, some of the articles I've read do refer to low-grade gliomas too, although it's not clear whether the life expectancy figures refer to those too.

Typically for me, the type of glioma I have is very rare and so there are few statistics to work from. So nobody really knows for sure. I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on the MRI scans...

Once again, however, I feel perfectly fine and positive about things.

Neurosurgeon appointment - 08/08/07

This was to get a second opinion with regards to my glioma and also to discuss the options of removing it. The Neurosurgeon was a very pleasant chap and easy to get on with. I brought a copy of the MRI scans on CD as he was not provided with a copy. He had a quick look and spotted the glioma (tumour) very quickly (although my neurologist no doubt had supplied him with some clues). It turns out that it is about 2cms long and is, in the field of neurosurgery, considered to be relatively small. It is also in the right temporal lobe, just touching the right hippocampus. This surgeon does use the "Gamma Knife" which is a highly accurate and non-invasive way of zapping cancerous cells. Unfortunately, it is not appropriate for gliomas.

So he explains that I have three options: (a) do nothing and keep monitoring it. This is probably most appropriate seeing as it's low-grade and therefore relatively benign at the moment, (b) go for radiation treatment, which apparently you can only have once in your life (that's the series of treatment, not one radiation zap), or, (c) have it excised by surgery.

I've gone for (a). Why? Well, at the moment, it's not doing anything and the Lamotrigine seems to be doing its trick as far as stopping me from having seizures go. Option (b) is not attractive, especially as it can lead to hair loss, vomiting and all sorts of other unpleasant side effects. Also, as I said, you can only have it done once, so I'd rather wait until it's really necessary. Option (c) is almost out of the question. Because my tumour is quite deep within my brain, and because it's so close to the hippocampus, my neurosurgeon is worried that surgery could affect surrounding regions which could lead to severe short-term memory loss or, even, loss of use of one or more limbs. So that's a big no-no. It's also rather close to my amygdala - and damage to that is something I don't want to think about.

Next neurologist appointment - 11/07/07

This is after my three seizures in a row, and my second MRI scan. I'm a little worried because I don't know what he might find - i.e. what might have changed in my brain since the first one. In other words, had the multiple seizures affected the glioma at all?

Well, the good news was, no it hadn't. The glioma was still the same size. The other news, however, was that he felt now that I should consider having it removed (he had previously felt that it should not be touched). He had decided this after reading a recent article in "Neurology" - apparently the trade magazine, as it were, for brain people. So I've been referred to a neurosurgeon for his opinion and for me to discuss everything with him.

Back at work - 02/07/07

First day back at work since I had my 3 seizures. I've felt fine for ages, but I wasn't allowed to return to work until now. Everybody's been very nice and the company itself couldn't be more supportive. I feel a bit of a fraud because I feel so healthy. People seem to think I'm being very brave considering the news I've been given (having a brain tumour) but I don't really think about it. Apart from anything else, there's not much I can do about it so I don't see any point in moping or looking for a pity party.

MRI Scan #2 - 30/06/07

My second MRI scan and I'm a bit better prepared. Having had 1 already, I know what's involved. Secondly, I've had 40mg of Propanolol just to calm me a bit.

This time I take "Kiss This" by the Sex Pistols to listen to. The MRI operator says that it's cool!

Hospital - 18/06/07-25/06/07

I come to in hospital - I can't remember the time. I'm in bed with tubes in both arms (currently not connected to anything). I'm somewhat confused and don't really know where I am. For some reason I think I'm in some weird sort of nightclub and I'm watching someone (who is a nurse, although I don't recognise her as such) administering drugs to various people. I think that this is very dodgy and wonder how she's getting away with it in this club. I notice my wife has left her handbag on top of the drawers next to my bed (she's popped out for a few moments) and so I get up to take it to her (I don't want it left in the club). However, as I go to leave the ward, the nurse tells me I can't leave and to get back into bed. I get a little bolshy and tell her she can't keep me anywhere. She tells me that she can because I'm an in-patient. I ask her if she's sectioning me or something and she again tells me to get back into bed. My wife then returns and convinces me to return to bed. She then asks me where I think I am. I tell her that I'm in some sort of club. She then points at the various other patients in the ward and asks me who I think they are. I'm a little confused, but I tell her that they work for me. I don't remember much after that.

I'm kept in hospital for a week. Once again, I don't remember much of that timeeither. But I'm finally released, slightly drugged, and return home.

Seizure threesome - 17/06/07-18/06/07

21:45 - At home. I have a seizure. I have no memory of it myself, but apparently I went into a fit and an ambulance was called. I was taken to hospital and given oxygen and an injection of some sort and then taken home again at about 02:00.

08:10 - My second seizure. Once again, I'm at home. I am taken by ambulance to hospital again.

10:00 - While still in hospital, I have a third seizure. This time I really overheat and I'm taken to intensive care with damp blankets on me to keep my temperature down.

I don't remember any of this happening.

The Internet isn't always your friend - 24/05/07

Sometimes you shouldn't investigate stuff. I've spent some time today Googling about gliomas. It doesn't make pleasant reading. However, all the nasty stuff seems to do with high-grade gliomas as opposed to my low-grade one. Even so, it's raised more questions than answers. I've certainly got some things to ask my neurologist when I see him next.

Appoint with Neurologist - 23/05/07

I had an appointment with my (note it's "my" now, rather than "the") neurologist today to get his interpretation of the MRI scans. Anyway, it turns out that I have what's called a "low-grade glioma." It's a form of brain tumour although it's not apparently malignant. The neurologist suggested that there was nothing really to worry about but it should be monitored. So he recommended that I had more MRI scans at 3, 6 and 12 months from now, except he hinted that he expected to see me before then...

My first MRI scan - 03/05/07

After my seizure I saw my doctor who referred me to a neurologist. He then recommended that I had an MRI scan. I'm ever-so-slightly claustrophobic so I wasn't looking forward to it. I was told to bring some music with me, something loud, so I brought Fatboy Slim. Anyway, everybody was very pleasant and the only bit that spooked me was when I lay down and they put a sort-of grille over my face and clipped it into place. It wasn't touching my face, nor was it a full face-mask but I just felt uncomfortable because I felt that I was clamped in. I closed my eyes the whole way through. During the experience I could hardly hear the music over the noise of the scanner. Every so often, the MRI operator would say "10 minutes" or "5 minutes" which is when the scanner would start up again. She would also occasionally ask if I was okay. Anyway, eventually the scanner slid back and light came back (although I still had my eyes shut) and I assumed that the session was over. I was wrong. It was just so that I could have a dye injected in my arm which would highlight the blood vessels in my brain. The injection didn't hurt but I had to go back into the scanner. Another 20 minutes or so and it was all over, however. Now I had to wait for the neuro to look at, and interpret, the results. In the meantime, I was given a copy of the images on CD. I had a look at them on my PC, and they were interesting, but I couldn't see anything wrong.

My first seizure - 11/04/07 - 9:30am

I'd never had a seizure before - not even a hint of one. But there we were (my family and me) in the Gare du Nord in Paris, looking for left luggage so that we could leave our luggage and go for a wander until our train which was at something like 4:30pm. As we came out of the Metro I smelled a very strange smell. It had the effect of smelling salts although it didn't smell the same. For some reason this made me panic and I'm worried that it's a terrorist attack (this isn't like me). Anyway, I then get a feeling of deja vu and I mention this to my wife. This is the last thing I remember until I come to in this hospital in Paris.

Apparently, what I'd actually done in the meantime was look extremly pannicky, stuck my arms straight out in front of me and then collapsed, making strange sounds, frothing at the mouth, bleeding from the mouth because I'd bitten my tongue, and basically thrashing around on the floor. Some kind Frenchman called for an ambulance and I was taken away.

I was discharged that evening and we stayed in a hotel and took the Eurostar back to London the following morning. Eurostar were kind enough not to charge extra for us taking an alternative train.