Didn’t sleep much last night. Neither did Milena.
We both did some research on the internet. Depressing stuff. Spontaneous and/or miracle recoveries are far and few between. Did I expect anything else? Guess not.
Went to see the family doctor in the afternoon. He looked at my scans but was unable to venture a diagnosis. Could be a haemorrhage of some sort (best case) or a glioblastoma (worst case). Will have to wait until tomorrow, as I’m due to have a CT scan.
This, they tell me, will be used to look for any metastases and help with a final diagnosis. If it is a tumour and if it has its origin elsewhere, a biopsy and thus an identification as to the kind of tumour might be easier.
To many ifs for my taste!
Dinner with an exquisite white wine, movie (O brother where art thou) and then to bed thanks to the drugs provided by the good doctor.
