So, to begin with and much to my shock, I DO have a brain. Yeah, you could have knocked me with a feather. Up till now I thought I thought with my belly-button lint.
First of all, there are two thingies in the brainy.
The first one is a meningioma. Pretty sure it formed exactly where I hit my head hard when I fell on ice 3? 4? years ago. It’s PROBABLY not cancer, because it’s somewhat calcified, which doesn’t happen to cancerous varieties. OTOH if it continues growing the mass effect (size pushing on things) could be an issue. Or it could not. It might very well grow so slowly that nothing is needed on it for the rest of my life expectancy. That’s fine. if it needs surgery, the good news is that it’s in “a good place” that’s “very accessible.” We’ll continue monitoring every few months.
The second one is “white matter abnormalities.”
These are probably demylianation events. Not for sure, but LIKELY.
This means either Multiple Sclerosis, or “Weird autoimmune attacking your brain.”
Being that this is still me, I’m going to suspect “weird autoimmune.” (Couldn’t it attack something less vital, like my pancreas? Never mind.)
In either case, we’re still on the very early stages of whatever it is, and it was therefore good that Dan dragged me in, even if it’s just my body trying to kill me as usual.
IF I get a positive diagnosis on either MS or “weird autoimmune crap” it can be held at bay with medication till I die a natural death, or stop needing my brain, whichever comes first.
The next shake of the magic eight ball involves blood and spinal fluid tests in a week or two. So in a month I will know more about this.
Until then, I write.