Sigh. Life, will you just… I mean, come on!
The past few days have brought fresh challenges and new difficulties. We finally met with oncology and so we now know exactly what it is that we are facing and what the plan of attack is. Unfortunately, we were slightly misinformed as to the nature of Gavin’s particular tumour type, so the prognosis isn’t great. We are still hopeful, but his treatment will be extreme. We are looking at six months of chemo ahead of us, most of it in hospital with little opportunity to go home. Six months. I can’t think six months ahead, it’s impossible. I’m thinking only to tonight and tomorrow.
Today we decided to test his EVD - the external ventricular drain that has, for the past three weeks, been draining excess fluid out of his head, preventing hydrocephalus from forming. Of course, we had to find out sooner or later if he could function well without it, or if he would require a permanent shunt put in. Today was the test, and unfortunately, it didn’t work out. He will require a shunt, and so we go back to surgery tomorrow.
Surgery. Brain surgery, again. I can’t take it. But I have to, so I will.