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I got earlier today the radiologist's report about my latest MRI. Actually, it was just my endocrinologist talking to me, but as I didn't cared about her (since she mostly sat on her laurels), I ordered for a verbatim instead or her misleading paraphrases. So I got the paper, and I read, it, and holy fuck, it's a whole, whole lot bette than in my wildest dreams.
The tumor (and it's disastrous collateral damages done to my senses described in the above thread) was one inch wide and applied pressure on both my optical nerves, my chiasma, and my hypophysis. According to the latest MRI, the pressure on everything is gone and the tumor almost completely shrinked. Also according to it, absolutely no harm whatsover has been done to any of the vital components in my brain. That was the thing I was the most afraid of: brain damage (brain cells don't regenerate). Nothing was even harmed, it's all intact. So I will never get a neurosurgeon playing in my head to remove that shit. Unfortunately, every medal has got a reverse. A surgery, albeit easy (nasal in this case) could have meant instant relief. In this case, there will not be instant relief, and it does not gives me anything more precise about the precise time I will get cure. What it's telling me, however, if that it's absolutely guaranteed that a cure is possible, and that when I am cured I will have a perfect health.
I already gained everything else (overweight, lack of facial pilosity, etc) back, all that remains is my senses. But it's the most important of all. All that matters, in fact. So now, I must get back to work with a neurologist (I can't believe on how canadian healthcare can be awful and Google your best friend) to find the exact specific way to remove the neuropathical pain, which has been spawned from the tumor undiscovered for years, and bad medication given for 5 and a half years by clueless doctors who did not knew jack shit. It's a Columbus' egg: it's easy, but you've got to think of it.
All the problems described in the thread remain (if you dare reading this novel), I still suffer more and more day by day, I'm still morbidly alone, all out of love, I pretty much can't do anything because my senses forbid me from doing so, I'm stuck in my house. The thing that scares me the most is that someday, I might get too alone, sad and I will not be able to deal with pain anymore. In the past, fortunately, I have shown incredible determination as to not end my days and stay alive. Looks like it's payback time. I cannot predict when it will happen, but it will and it's the greatest news in my life, after seven years of pain and sorrow, I will get my life back. The soonest think that will happen might getting out of the extreme hyperacusis I have (the worst state I can think of, I seriously do not wish this upon anyone) because the pills I had to take to make the specific hormone that was overdosed and thus spawned the tumor I can take no more now, and it's becoming no doubt that it was the cause of this. I missed out on all of 2004's music, tough that can be a good thing.
Oh, this pill cost 16 canadian bucks a pop, I have to take four per week, all payed out by the government. So I'm happy to say you Canadians (and especially Quebecers, since in Canada healthcare is of Province juridiction) will be paying slightly less taxes because of this.
I'm already beginning to think about what I will do when I will ge cured: since I lived in theory for more than a year now, I will of course need to experiment the best life has got to offer. Of course, that means doing nothing but watching more DVDs, animé, TV, videogames and music, but I might actually think of getting out of my house and not adopt an otaku lifestyle. And guys, I'm clueless on what to do, and thus asking in the same vein for advice.
And, as all problems remains in these final steps before the TKO against my healthstate, I'd still want some advice, and the thing that seems to work best is communication with great people. Since there are many great people in here, my contact info is in my profile, and you'll be welcome to talk to me.
I sure hope to get cured in time for the Dragon Warrior 8 and the Legend of Zelda releases. I might even be patient enough to wait as long as the release of Duke Nukem Forever.
I got earlier today the radiologist's report about my latest MRI. Actually, it was just my endocrinologist talking to me, but as I didn't cared about her (since she mostly sat on her laurels), I ordered for a verbatim instead or her misleading paraphrases. So I got the paper, and I read, it, and holy fuck, it's a whole, whole lot bette than in my wildest dreams.
The tumor (and it's disastrous collateral damages done to my senses described in the above thread) was one inch wide and applied pressure on both my optical nerves, my chiasma, and my hypophysis. According to the latest MRI, the pressure on everything is gone and the tumor almost completely shrinked. Also according to it, absolutely no harm whatsover has been done to any of the vital components in my brain. That was the thing I was the most afraid of: brain damage (brain cells don't regenerate). Nothing was even harmed, it's all intact. So I will never get a neurosurgeon playing in my head to remove that shit. Unfortunately, every medal has got a reverse. A surgery, albeit easy (nasal in this case) could have meant instant relief. In this case, there will not be instant relief, and it does not gives me anything more precise about the precise time I will get cure. What it's telling me, however, if that it's absolutely guaranteed that a cure is possible, and that when I am cured I will have a perfect health.
I already gained everything else (overweight, lack of facial pilosity, etc) back, all that remains is my senses. But it's the most important of all. All that matters, in fact. So now, I must get back to work with a neurologist (I can't believe on how canadian healthcare can be awful and Google your best friend) to find the exact specific way to remove the neuropathical pain, which has been spawned from the tumor undiscovered for years, and bad medication given for 5 and a half years by clueless doctors who did not knew jack shit. It's a Columbus' egg: it's easy, but you've got to think of it.
All the problems described in the thread remain (if you dare reading this novel), I still suffer more and more day by day, I'm still morbidly alone, all out of love, I pretty much can't do anything because my senses forbid me from doing so, I'm stuck in my house. The thing that scares me the most is that someday, I might get too alone, sad and I will not be able to deal with pain anymore. In the past, fortunately, I have shown incredible determination as to not end my days and stay alive. Looks like it's payback time. I cannot predict when it will happen, but it will and it's the greatest news in my life, after seven years of pain and sorrow, I will get my life back. The soonest think that will happen might getting out of the extreme hyperacusis I have (the worst state I can think of, I seriously do not wish this upon anyone) because the pills I had to take to make the specific hormone that was overdosed and thus spawned the tumor I can take no more now, and it's becoming no doubt that it was the cause of this. I missed out on all of 2004's music, tough that can be a good thing.
Oh, this pill cost 16 canadian bucks a pop, I have to take four per week, all payed out by the government. So I'm happy to say you Canadians (and especially Quebecers, since in Canada healthcare is of Province juridiction) will be paying slightly less taxes because of this.
I'm already beginning to think about what I will do when I will ge cured: since I lived in theory for more than a year now, I will of course need to experiment the best life has got to offer. Of course, that means doing nothing but watching more DVDs, animé, TV, videogames and music, but I might actually think of getting out of my house and not adopt an otaku lifestyle. And guys, I'm clueless on what to do, and thus asking in the same vein for advice.
And, as all problems remains in these final steps before the TKO against my healthstate, I'd still want some advice, and the thing that seems to work best is communication with great people. Since there are many great people in here, my contact info is in my profile, and you'll be welcome to talk to me.
I sure hope to get cured in time for the Dragon Warrior 8 and the Legend of Zelda releases. I might even be patient enough to wait as long as the release of Duke Nukem Forever.
