Abby nodded. She'd been about to get to that, but she was actually glad that David reminded her. She was distracted by the completely crushed look on her older brother's face. "Uhm...yes, well...I'm not a neurologist or a oncologist, but if I can tell you it's...far too large to be operable. See here?" She pointed to the front of the scan. "It's in to the frontal lobe. That's what's causing the odd behaviour, odd speech patterns...the dizzyness. You could do radiation therapy, but I certainly don't think it's the best option. Not with newborns and pregnancies." Abby sighed. "Peter, can you remember when you started having symptoms?"
Peter bit his lip. "Uhm...early June? I was having headaches but I just thought...I thought it was stress. 'Cause of...Spectre. And then Aly was pregnant. Oh yeah and I was the Antichrist."
The technician looked rather disturbed and he had to leave the room.
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Date: 2007-08-11 12:35 pm (UTC)From:Peter bit his lip. "Uhm...early June? I was having headaches but I just thought...I thought it was stress. 'Cause of...Spectre. And then Aly was pregnant. Oh yeah and I was the Antichrist."
The technician looked rather disturbed and he had to leave the room.