We had a pretty good time in 2004. Even with the cognizant deficits we managed to live, and enjoy ourselves. AT the end of the year it was time for an MRI. The surgeon, who performed the first procedure, was the doctor that kept checking the MRIs. At this time, it had been two and a half years since a tumor. They expected this MRI to be clean as well. The plan was, if this MRI is clear, they would move the next MRI out for 3-5 years.
If this MRI is clear. Why wouldn't it be. Why shouldn't it be.
It wasn't clean. The tumor was back. It was small, but it was back. December 2004. Merry Christmas. I was stunned. Marie wanted it out. The surgeon thought we should pursue radiation again. As long as it was small, it could probably be handled by radiation. How could this come back. This was the fourth tumor. The good thing was that we could now have this procedure done in town. We finally had a stereo tactic radiation machine. This was after all, the 21th century.
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