We are back from the hospital. It’s a three hour drive because the care where we live is horrible and the don’t do pediatrics. Anyway… The tumor is stable so six more months another mri. Though in hindsight I wonder if it didn’t grow a little more because we use to do them yearly. I didn’t ask though as I figure he’s the doctor and I do trust him. The other odd thing is he wants us to see the oncologist. We haven’t seen one in five years. He said it’s best to have one familiar with the scans for when it’s time for it to be big enough to remove. I’m not sure if I shared but it’s in a hard to reach area right now in his brain and the surgery is more of a risk at this point then the tumor being there.
The whole thing makes me anxious which I know is normal but anxiety in someone bipolar is never normal as it leads to obsessive negative thinking. In my experience anyway. So I’m fighting the demons and trying to re program my mind to be hopeful. Can’t say it’s working but I get points for trying right? 🙂