Newel’s pituitary tumor has returned as big (or bigger) than last time. He noticed something wrong in his peripheral vision. His doctor had him get an MRI and when we took it to the neurologist, we got to see it. I didn’t even have to ask where is was. It’s at least the size of a walnut. Our hearts beat a little faster; we knew what this meant—another surgery just like the one four years ago.
The really good surgeon who performed the last operation is long gone, but our neurologist rates the two others in Olympia highly. We’re just waiting for an appointment for an interview with one of them. The other one is booked through June, and we just can’t let that tumor grow for that long. It’s already impacting the optic nerve. It’s also reaching up into his brain. That’s a no-no.
We’re both concerned, but since we’ve been through this once before, we know what to expect and aren’t as freaked out about it. Those are my words, describing my reactions, Newel’s would probably be a bit more sanguine.
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