The sort of funny thing about the brain tumor was that I 'figured it out' on my own.
I had to have a good number of 'anti-doping tests' due being a competitive cyclist. (they test more than any other sport, so it sort of figures that they catch people, eh?)
I keep track of my own records and began to make a 'blood pass' before there was such a thing. To do this, you need to have a history of blood tests that cover hormones as well as the usual blood test results.
After having 16 tests done over a 3 year period I noticed that all of my hormones, except for one (prolactin), were all over the chart with no consistency. Unlike most people who I mentioned this too, my thinking was the one factor that stayed more or less steady (consistently on the upper level) must be the problem. After numerous tests and doctors I sort of eliminated everything from a list of possible problems except for 'brain tumor'.
Problem is, this sort of tumor is very hard to diagnose and usually they find it when a patient begins to lose eyesight as it presses and kills the optic nerve.
I had to find a Neurologist who would allow me to get an MRI.
Difficult enough, but in Austria Neurology is connected with psychiatry and most of the Neurologist are also Psychiatrists.
Great!
So here I am a rather stressed person suffering from massive sleep deficiency going to a Neurologist/Psychiatrist ask for an MRI because I think I might have a brain tumor.
It took everything I had to sell the case and not be put into an observation clinic.
:-O
Indeed, tumor about the size of a golf ball.
Get this...
... I was so happy to see that result. It was an explanation of what was going on and I knew what the next steps would be. Well... I thought so, as I ended up with nearly every complication possible.
Truth is, every injury and such I've had has been an ordeal that has somehow help me develop into who I am today. When I play baseball and do other activities I can honestly say this is a lot of stuff i really could have lived much better without, but hey... shit happens and I seem to have the ability to deal with this and move on.
If the next things finally kills my sports career, I'll be a bit disappointed, but hey... there is always another rock for me to shove up my own private Mt. Olympus.
;)
As I see it, it's all experiences to fill up a lifetime... the meaning comes after the fact, but that's not everyone's cup of tea.
Meow!
GREG