When I was 20 my father collapsed at home and paramedics rush him to the hospital. This was when CAT scans were brand new and we were lucky there was one in the city we lived in then. Well, not so much lucky as we got the bad news a lot faster and with more detail then we ever, ever wanted. Yes he had an tumor. Close to the cerebellum.
The doctors gave us a real long shot that it could be removed and being in shock and weak from crying we told mom we were willing to let them try. She choose to try.
About 3 hours after he went in the surgeon came out and gave us 2 choices.
Close him up and let it progress, maybe 2-3 weeks at the outside.
Or
Remove as much as he can and effectively give him a lobotomy.
At most he would last a year. Mom choose the second one...
At first he seemed to recover and was able (after a few weeks) go back to the work he loved. As the months went on his function slowly declined. We would get calls from his office that he had walked there naked and was making sales calls. He lost most control, speech about 9 months after. He died about 2 months later, and it was the most painful and sad way to die.
My thoughts for Ted cannot even come close to what I can write.
Yes, this is a late diary but I had to get it off my chest...
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