Hi, this is my first message in about a month, since my father passed away.
I wanted to reply because he went through something similar. My wound is still very fresh and it's hard to remember all the stuff, but gladly will share it with you to offer my support during this trying times.
His surgery was on the 2nd of november, 95% resection. 2 weeks at home after that, doing good, everybody was happy, all of a sudden some clots on the lungs. Went to the hospital for another week. Then came back home and we started making plans for our future life together. My father was 63, so really young. Anyway, 2 months passed and we were doing improvements, walking each day small steps. All of a sudden he starts losing all, his left side went away, could not stand up by himself. We went to to a Scan and the dr did not mention anything about a recurrence or whatsoever. We just went home baffled.
Anyway, it hurts as hell to remember this crap, but after that scan, he went downhill extremely fast and died 1 month later, feb4 2011.
All his dreams, all my dreams with him, all my mother's dreams with him, all my nephews dreams with him, were destroyed by this awful beast. I am just glad cancer is not longer in the family but it took away a piece of my heart forever. Just taking it a minute at a time trying to heal and enjoy life again. For crazy as it may sound, having a short battle with GBM is sometimes a blessing. I could not have tolerated seeing my father in that state for another month.
hugs to you,
rasvp