On July 25th the doctors finally got back to us with the plan: Surgery.
Although changes in the earlier MRI scans had opened up the possibility that the tumor was actually dying and creating a false impression of growth. Of course the idea that nature, with a little help from directed radiation, was taking charge and finishing the job of eliminating the growth and possibly the tumor itself was a fascinating and very appealing thought.
However, the data were not conclusive. The other less appealing potential was that the tumor was growing and even morphing into a higher grade astrocytoma or a different type of tumor–likely glioblastoma multiforme.
Despite various spectral analysis techniques they used to get more information from the MRIs, the only way to really know what was happening was to take a look. The plan was to open me up starting at 8:30 am on Friday July 27th. The plan had two objectives:
- Determine the nature of the change: Was it real or pseudo growth?
- Resect (remove) as much tumor as possible.
Under the SAW.
I went under the knife, or rather the saw, on Friday July 27th at 8:30 am.
Five hours later I came out of surgery a couple of ounces lighter. The mass and shape tumor corresponded roughly with a cooked egg yolk. The tumor is now off at the pathology lab to determine if it has changed into a different type. If so, glioblastoma multiforme
And home two days later!