That which doesn’t kill me….


Neitzsche is supposed to have said: “That which doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger”.

I kind of like this version better:

Anyone that knows me or follows me on Facebook likely knows that back in June I had an “episode” that put me into ICU in Cairo, Egypt (where I work). Long story short, brain tumor, mostly surgically removed in the USA, radiation and chemotherapy, blah, blah, blah.

Apparently there are 20 screws, and various other things, in my skull now. Kind of cool!

No warning, well, none that I attributed to anything like a tumor, just boom, there it was. Went out, woke up 22 hours later in ICU, go figure.

The oncologist diagnosed me as having a glioblastoma Stage 4, pretty nasty stuff. Even with surgical removal and the chemo and radiation, the stats say that the average length of survival is 14 to 18 months.

I thought about this a bit, and decided that I didn’t like those stats and I don’t think I’m going to follow them.


So long story short, I’m doing pretty well. Few minor signs and symptoms but nothing that I can’t live with. Not able to drive (yet) but other than that, I’m walking several miles a day, not running into walls as often as I did in the past.

I will defeat this, no doubt in my mind.

And on October the 21st, back to Egypt for work.

I may finish out a post with more details on what happened, haven’t decided yet. I’m not much on dwelling on the past, too busy moving forward to write history.