"Unfortunately, it appears the tumor has returned."
Those were the first words the emergency room doctor said after seeing my CT scans. My husband's face dropped.
"How can that be? I must be dreaming. It's only been nine months since my craniotomy." Those are the words I wanted to say, but struggled to get out.
I was having seizure after seizure with barely a five-minute break in between...
This is a continuation of yesterday's post on traveling to MD
Anderson for pancreatic cancer treatment.
I'm fortunate to have a strong network of friends and family who've stuck with me since my initial diagnosis.
When they heard I would be away from home for seven weeks for radiation therapy, they asked if I could handle being alone, away from my local support network.
In response, I arranged for family...