Meeting Mr C

I met my Neurosurgeon for the first time back in the Spring of 2005. For the purpose of this blog I will refer to him as Mr C. I have since met him several times. However, the first time was a very solemn affair. Holding onto my husbands hand tightly and my daughter in the pushchair being very quiet. My mum and my dad there too, so many people in the room, I really had so much support. Looking at the scan the tumour looked very big to me, it was about 3 centimetres long. We all decided that the best thing to do was to watch and wait as it is called. Mr C said that it was probably a low grade tumour as its boundaries were clearly defined and arranged for me to have another scan in 6 months. That scan showed no change and continued to show no changes until October 2007. Then the decision I knew that I would eventually have to make finally had arrived. I was now in Mr C's more than capable hands.