In which our Heroine gets a Downgrade
I’ve just had some good news. Dr. Blom (of the Whoville-like surprised eyes) has just informed me by phone that my tumor has been downgraded from a 3 to a 2. Make no mistake, this is excellent news—the lower the number the better. I am assuming that this happened because Dr. Delgalvis had my pathology report checked again. Or maybe some expert across the country used his great expertise in my favor. Dr. Blom indicated that my treatment may be significantly different now. I will know more tomorrow. Aren’t waiting games fun? How can something that can cozy up so closely to my brain still be so mysterious to me? But the real question is: Can tumors be (physically) prayed down in size or grade? What do you think? How does that work? I await any and all responses with great anticipation.