Brain audio, not video. I dare you not to like the Jungle Brothers.
An Eastern thing
Read your Bible, sirs (rated R)
This will melt your brain!
Enjoy the clips, and stay tuned for more.
Thanks to everyone who has been following my saga so far. I'd expect nothing less from you guys!
Sunday 28 April 2013
Saturday 27 April 2013
A Big Black Furry Creature From Mars
First of all, you all are a bunch of hilarious smart asses! ...and we love you for it. Also, many of you have asked for more details about the stupid tumor and upcoming surgery. Although we will know a lot more about the tumor after the biopsy, I'll try to convey what we do know as of now.
The first question most people ask is, "what the F*!k, a tumor!???". Yup it's a tumor, but there are lots of different kinds of brain tumors. This tumor is a glioma. Still, there are different kinds of gliomas. At the pre-op appointment, Dr. Penar explained that this fucker is most likely one of three kinds of gliomas. It's either an astrocytoma, an oligodenroglioma or a mixed glioma. For an explanation of these terms check out the National Brain Tumor Society. We won't know what kind of glioma it is until after the surgery. However the good news is, we will get the biopsy results before the surgery is even done. So, we won't be stuck wondering for much longer. The second big question is, where is this sucker. The tumor is located near the middle-top part of the head; in the area that controls Marc's motor, language, and some visual functions. Obviously the surgery is not risk free, but we are confident in the surgeons and trust that everything will go as planned.
The surgery is scheduled for Friday, May 3rd. Marc should be in the hospital for about five days after the surgery. I think it's safe to say visitors are welcome. Here's a link to the Fletcher Allen contact and visitor information page. Assuming all goes well, overall recovery time should be about six weeks. That means Marc will be back on his bike before mid summer!
So, I think that about sums up as much as we know right now. If you want to subscribe and follow this blog by email, there's a link below. That way you can stay posted throughout Marc's amazing recovery. Thank, all of you, so much for the love and support and please keep it comin' ~ especially on and after May 3rd.
Ummmmmm, I just have one final comment for y'all. Calmer than you are, dudes...... calmer than you are.
The first question most people ask is, "what the F*!k, a tumor!???". Yup it's a tumor, but there are lots of different kinds of brain tumors. This tumor is a glioma. Still, there are different kinds of gliomas. At the pre-op appointment, Dr. Penar explained that this fucker is most likely one of three kinds of gliomas. It's either an astrocytoma, an oligodenroglioma or a mixed glioma. For an explanation of these terms check out the National Brain Tumor Society. We won't know what kind of glioma it is until after the surgery. However the good news is, we will get the biopsy results before the surgery is even done. So, we won't be stuck wondering for much longer. The second big question is, where is this sucker. The tumor is located near the middle-top part of the head; in the area that controls Marc's motor, language, and some visual functions. Obviously the surgery is not risk free, but we are confident in the surgeons and trust that everything will go as planned.
The surgery is scheduled for Friday, May 3rd. Marc should be in the hospital for about five days after the surgery. I think it's safe to say visitors are welcome. Here's a link to the Fletcher Allen contact and visitor information page. Assuming all goes well, overall recovery time should be about six weeks. That means Marc will be back on his bike before mid summer!
So, I think that about sums up as much as we know right now. If you want to subscribe and follow this blog by email, there's a link below. That way you can stay posted throughout Marc's amazing recovery. Thank, all of you, so much for the love and support and please keep it comin' ~ especially on and after May 3rd.
Ummmmmm, I just have one final comment for y'all. Calmer than you are, dudes...... calmer than you are.
Tuesday 23 April 2013
The next big thing
Who the hell gets a tumor anyways? For those who have known me for any amount of time, I know what you're thinking..."that's a big piece to the puzzle". Maybe it's the only piece.
Before I continue, how about that Jen Patching for setting this thing up! Cool layout, cool graphics, dark sense of humor. Homer's tiny brain, and one of the best examples of Phish's legendary "tension and release" style of live mayhem.
Let's bring everyone up to speed. This essentially started on Saturday April 6 up in French Canadia. Montreal is an amazing city. I was looking through stacks of used CDs at Melodisc in Montreal. Gn'R Lies was playing and I was singing along to "You're Crazy". The clerk noticed and we went on to nerd out to rock music before it got all indie, then later hipster-y. Gn'R earned their place in rock legend. What the hell happened? I grabbed a copy of "Lies" (only $7.99 Canadian), and then a copy of Digital Underground's "Sex Packets" caught my eye. Next thing I know, I'm feeling light-headed, like a head rush when you stand up real quick. I went over to Jen and said something to the effect of "I think I'm going to pass out, you's better hold on to me". There was a ringing in my ears, and my voice sounded distant and echo-y. So did her's for that matter, as well as the music in the shop.
Next thing I remember, I come to in the back of an ambulance with a couple of smart-assed EMTs fussing over me and asking questions. Long story short, within a couple of hours, I felt basically back to normal. Seems I had a seizure of some sort. We drove back down to the States that night, and I arranged to see a Doctor (physician's assistant, actually) first thing Monday morning down in Keene. Thanks to the quick work and concern of PA Dona Kilgore and the nurse in Keene (Joanne, sorry I can't remember her last name), I was in Saranac Lake the following friday for what turned out to be the first of three MRIs. I think that's close to $15,000 worth of pictures of my brain. Seems a bit excessive considering it was my brain!
In the waiting room after the initial MRI, the receptionist put me on the phone with Dona who said I'd better head over to Fletcher Allen in Burlington on the double. Sort of ominous, right?
I spent the night of friday, April 12 at Fletcher Allen, and after a late friday night MRI and a Saturday morning CT Scan, I was set loose.
Back at Fletcher Allen on Thursday April 18, I had an early appointment for a "functional" MRI. This is where they made me do stuff with my hands and fingers and face while radiologists watched the monitors. I could probably do a better job explaining what all was going on, but I think I fell asleep in class the day they taught us MRIs at SUNY Brockport back in '92 or so.
So that brings us up to about now. I have another meeting with the neurosurgeons and neurologists in a week, and as far as I know, on or about May first they'll crack open the old skull and pull the offending "mass" out. At that point, a determination will be made whether the tumor is benign or the bad kind. If it's the latter, then it'll probably be on to radiation treatment and what ever comes after that.
I'm not upset. I'm not even really scared. I might be a little concerned as I'm being wheeled into the OR, but really, why worry? The morphine will help with that. The thing is in there, and it's coming out. That's what's going down. What really grinds my gears is that this is going to severely cut into my mountain biking time, and even more crucial, my drinking "hobby".
I have it easy, really. You guys are the ones who have to sweat this out. That's why Jen dreamed this blog up, with the advice of Lifeboy himself. He knows who he is, and so do some of you. He'll be all over this thing because of it's Simpsons/Lebowski/Phishy overtones. Our hope is that you'll all participate with the usual insults and whatnot that goes along with being associated with me. The thing to remember here is that the Carpet Pissers had nothing to do with this! Stay tuned....
Before I continue, how about that Jen Patching for setting this thing up! Cool layout, cool graphics, dark sense of humor. Homer's tiny brain, and one of the best examples of Phish's legendary "tension and release" style of live mayhem.
Let's bring everyone up to speed. This essentially started on Saturday April 6 up in French Canadia. Montreal is an amazing city. I was looking through stacks of used CDs at Melodisc in Montreal. Gn'R Lies was playing and I was singing along to "You're Crazy". The clerk noticed and we went on to nerd out to rock music before it got all indie, then later hipster-y. Gn'R earned their place in rock legend. What the hell happened? I grabbed a copy of "Lies" (only $7.99 Canadian), and then a copy of Digital Underground's "Sex Packets" caught my eye. Next thing I know, I'm feeling light-headed, like a head rush when you stand up real quick. I went over to Jen and said something to the effect of "I think I'm going to pass out, you's better hold on to me". There was a ringing in my ears, and my voice sounded distant and echo-y. So did her's for that matter, as well as the music in the shop.
Next thing I remember, I come to in the back of an ambulance with a couple of smart-assed EMTs fussing over me and asking questions. Long story short, within a couple of hours, I felt basically back to normal. Seems I had a seizure of some sort. We drove back down to the States that night, and I arranged to see a Doctor (physician's assistant, actually) first thing Monday morning down in Keene. Thanks to the quick work and concern of PA Dona Kilgore and the nurse in Keene (Joanne, sorry I can't remember her last name), I was in Saranac Lake the following friday for what turned out to be the first of three MRIs. I think that's close to $15,000 worth of pictures of my brain. Seems a bit excessive considering it was my brain!
In the waiting room after the initial MRI, the receptionist put me on the phone with Dona who said I'd better head over to Fletcher Allen in Burlington on the double. Sort of ominous, right?
I spent the night of friday, April 12 at Fletcher Allen, and after a late friday night MRI and a Saturday morning CT Scan, I was set loose.
Back at Fletcher Allen on Thursday April 18, I had an early appointment for a "functional" MRI. This is where they made me do stuff with my hands and fingers and face while radiologists watched the monitors. I could probably do a better job explaining what all was going on, but I think I fell asleep in class the day they taught us MRIs at SUNY Brockport back in '92 or so.
So that brings us up to about now. I have another meeting with the neurosurgeons and neurologists in a week, and as far as I know, on or about May first they'll crack open the old skull and pull the offending "mass" out. At that point, a determination will be made whether the tumor is benign or the bad kind. If it's the latter, then it'll probably be on to radiation treatment and what ever comes after that.
I'm not upset. I'm not even really scared. I might be a little concerned as I'm being wheeled into the OR, but really, why worry? The morphine will help with that. The thing is in there, and it's coming out. That's what's going down. What really grinds my gears is that this is going to severely cut into my mountain biking time, and even more crucial, my drinking "hobby".
I have it easy, really. You guys are the ones who have to sweat this out. That's why Jen dreamed this blog up, with the advice of Lifeboy himself. He knows who he is, and so do some of you. He'll be all over this thing because of it's Simpsons/Lebowski/Phishy overtones. Our hope is that you'll all participate with the usual insults and whatnot that goes along with being associated with me. The thing to remember here is that the Carpet Pissers had nothing to do with this! Stay tuned....
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