Well this post isn’t going to go exactly as I wanted. What I wanted to do was link the scene from Kindergarten Cop where Arnie… you know what? Screw it.

Now promptly disregard the theme of that message. I do have a tumor. It is a very small and 99% likely to be benign, but a tumor none-the-less. The tumor is about 2mm and is on my pituitary gland, it is excreting prolactin which is what screwing up my testosterone. It is not what caused my hydrocephalus.

Today I got manly-juice injected into my butt.

In other words I am now getting bi-weekly testosterone injections and am taking Cabergoline to reduce the levels of prolactin in my system. I may eventually stop getting the testosterone if my system figures out that its supposed to be making it on its own. But I should expect to take the pills for a long period of time.

I am also going to be tested to see if I need to have growth hormone injections as well. Normally we would wait a few months to see how I feel with the testosterone injections, but seeing as I may be losing my health insurance and the test is around $1000 I’ve decided to get it out-of-the-way.

If I do require the growth hormone it will result in me taking a daily injection. I’m hoping I don’t need this, as it is very very expensive. The injections cost anywhere from $500-$750 dollars a month. That and I hate needles. A lot.

All in all, none of this is really a surprise. And it could have been a lot worse.


Screw you Pikachu

February 2, 2010

I had my oncology appointment yesterday. I won’t be a brat and prattle on for several sentences before letting you know the results, that would be cruel. What kind of person would hold out on his friends/readers/internet stalkers like that? The very act is nothing but sadistic in nature. I believe that theres enough pain and suffering going on in the world without me making you all sit in tension for a few more seconds.

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January 26, 2010

Well, I’m much calmer today then I was yesterday. I’ve done some light googling on low white blood cell counts, and there seems to be plethora of things that can cause it, I’m also under the impression now that going to the oncologist is more of “we want to rule out cancer” kind of move.

So we’ll see.

Des (my fiancĂ©e), is really sick. I feel bad, I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible, I know my sickness puts a ton of stress on her, which can’t be good for her immune system. I feel doubly bad, because I can’t comfort or take care of her right now, because I can’t risk catching whatever she has right before surgery.

I also have the somewhat grim task of filling out an advanced directive today. A packet of paperwork letting the doctors when to pull the plug on me if something goes horribly awry during surgery.

Oh the places we’ll go.

Well crap.

January 25, 2010

Hey baby, whats your sign?


Your a cancer?

No, but I have cancer.

Well… maybe.

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