It’s a strange situation when it’s good news if a biopsy reveals a tumor. But that’s where my father is at right now.
I returned home from South Carolina Friday to help my wife finish cleaning up the house in preparation for a move to Tennessee (which isn’t going to happen now, but that’s a story best kept off-blog). During the drive home, my wife called my cell phone to tell me that Dad’s doctor now believes he’s suffering from Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease.
CJD is a rare neurological disorder that comes on quickly, has no cure, and is inevitably fatal. It essentially eats holes in the brain, which anyone with a basic understanding of biology can figure is pretty serious. The anomaly that’s showed up on Dad’s last two MRIs is possibly a plaque, or lesion, caused by the prions inside his head.
Dad’s still in there, but his progressive loss of muscle control makes it more difficult for him to move and communicate every day. If this is in fact CJD, it’s likely he’ll slip into a coma at some point. That may actually be a blessing.
The good news in all of this is that Dad is prepared for whatever may come. If it’s a tumor and he can be treated, great. If not, that’s great, too.
You can’t threaten a Christian with death.