Glioblastoma Multiforme and my gal

Howdy all,

Let me tell you a story.

In October last year I met a girl. She was maybe not THE girl, but the best one I have found (and at 50 I have had a few). I work 7 days on, 7 off.

On our two month anniversary, she had a seizure. We found out within a week it was a Glioblastoma Multiforme... an aggressive brain cancer.

I had a kidney cancer about 15 years ago, and I thought cut it out and move on.

Well, I didn't know about this cancer. The median survival rate with treatment is 17 months.

I stood with her. It happened on my watch, and I cared about her.

The treatment consisted of surgery, radiation, and chemo. And steroids.

Something in the treatment screwed up her mind. She became delusional: thinking falling down 5 times a day was still able to take care of herself, and thinking I didn't care about her any more.

I got in a bad way.

I issued and ultimatum: full time medical care, or I am gone.

And now, while I still care for her, I have lost my lust for her: I can't trust that she won;t go nuts again. What we were, lusty old folks, will not happen again. I told her.... and I .....




I don't know why I dump this on yall, except that many of us have been around a long time. Please don't reply. There is nothing to say. If you do, just say, "that sucks" and nothing more. I don't expect anyone to give me an answer.... because there is no answer. I just needed to vent. Forgive me.

Just forgive me for venting.

Take care,
John

PS: mods, feel free to delete this.