Hello!
Hi, my name is Michael Hatfield, and I found out a couple of weeks ago, (February 21ish, 2025, is when I went into the hospital for the first time), that I have what I’m calling an uninvited guest attached to my right frontal lobe.
The technical term is a Glioblastoma, or GBM.
Roughly 3 in 100,000 people are diagnosed with this fucking thing every year in the United States, from what I understand. So I won, or lost, the genetic lottery with this one.
It’s been called inoperable, because it’s attached to my Corpus Callum, which means that attempting to remove it would most likely fuck up something nearby. The closest candidates affect things like telling right from wrong, basic motor functions, and speech. So, you know, important things for basic living.
Also, GBMs tend to stretch their legs (or something), and spread out to everything nearby. Making them almost impossible to remove.
The SOC, (standard of care), is to blast them with targeted radiation, and blast me with chemotherapy. That all starts Tuesday, March 18th, 2025 according to the current plan.
I need to get some sleep, tune in soon for more updates to include how I discovered I had a problem, what I did about it initially, and what I’m doing next. I’m here to fight, and I expect it to be a wild ride.
To be continued.
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