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November 28, 2014 Chat with Mr McKintosh St Olaf House Friday, Nov 28 2014 17:45 to 18:45 The calendar entry is still there. It was a dark, dank evening; an eerie silence hanging in the air as we waited outside the neurosurgeon's office in a lone hospital wing that felt more like a once-grand, now slowly dilapidating hotel (reminiscent of The Shining). Philipp waited outside; we planned to grab some food with him and JD afterwards. After delivering the shock ('apologies for the delay. I thought the biopsy outcome might be bad. It's actually a whole lot worse than I feared...'), Mr McKintosh spelled out (and Ingrid scribbled) two words we had never heard before. g-l-i-o-b-l... He advised against Googling these when we got home. It was, of course, the first thing we did after leaving his office. Median life expectancy? 14.6 months. Medical definition of 'long-term survivorship'. 5 years. November 28, 2019 It's a fitting day to celebrate Thanksgiving. I am thankful that my biggest immediate health concern is a tender ankle from an over-exuberant run a few days ago. I am thankful that whatever the outcome of my next brain scan (taking place within the next six weeks), I will have amazing doctors by my side. I am thankful that over the past five years I have experienced many of my most glorious, awe-inspiring, sublime moments ever. We have made it not just five years of survivorship, but five years of thrivership (to play with a word tailored by a fellow cyclist). Yes, 'we'. I am thankful for you, without whom—whatever your role in 'my' story has been—this adventure would not have been nearly such an amazing blast. Sending you my love and wishing you a happy Thanksgiving.  Comments are closed.
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