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Not a doctor—just a guy with a tumor in his head, walking a path I didn’t choose, but refuse to abandon. This is my real story—of fear, of hope, of fighting to heal, to shrink the thing that shouldn’t be inside me, and to keep it from taking more than it already has. I’m sharing it so maybe someone else out there feels a little less alone—and so this isn’t all for nothing.

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How did I find out (part 2/3) – The wake-up call

A continuation of the story of how I found out I have vestibular schwannoma — aka acoustic neuroma — a not-so-fun vestibulocochlear head tumor. This time, things got more serious, and it finally hit me. Well, the real fun began in December that year (2024). It was right after dinner at a restaurant. I was full to the brim. While driving through a tunnel on the highway, a very weird feeling swept through the back of my head like a wave, lasting only a second or two. Then it happened again after a while. It was one of those moments when you think, “ OK. What’s going on? Are these, by any chance, early signs of me passing out? ” But I got home safely, no mishaps. A few days later, a similar situation. This time, my grandma had made a delicious macaroni moussaka with lots of cheese. After a long, hard day of work around the house, I was starving. It was so good that I couldn’t stop eating, even when I was full. And while stuffing myself in an “ I promise this is my last piece. ” style, i...
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So... I have a tumor. And now, apparently, a blog.

Somewhere in the twilight, while fighting my demons, a tiny idea sparked to life—an idea to make something good out of the worst. So here I am… explaining WHY I’m even starting this blog-writing thingy, and HOW I’ll try to juggle it. Interested? Huh. OK. So it looks like I am doing it! I’m starting a blog… Well, what should I even say? To be straight, of course I have a basic idea of why I’m even starting this blog and what I want to say. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be writing these lines! Right!? But that’s actually all I have right now. A rough idea—why, and vaguely how. So, bear with me for a second. Let’s start with the WHY, which is clearer to me. First, to anyone who’s reading this website and asking themselves, “ Who is this nobody anyway, and why should I even care? ”—a little context would probably help at this point, right? So, in a nutshell… you see… I have this thing… they say it’s a tumor… it’s the size of a grape… and it’s in my head. Well, the doctors and the internet in gener...
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My faith on trial: Was it all for nothing?

  There’s a CD with MRI scans sitting on my desk—sealed and unopened. Today, it’s been exactly a week. The results that will tell what is happening in my head. Is my acoustic neuroma—a tumor also known as a vestibular schwannoma— “moving” in any direction or just chilling in there? That paper envelope, more precisely the CD it contains, holds the data that will ground me—in a good way or a bad way—I don’t know yet. I’m afraid to look at it! It feels like I’m in the middle of a cosmic coin toss, frozen just before the flip lands. If I don’t look, there’s still a chance that my protocol—my disciplined and borderline-religious way of life—might be working. That the tumor is shrinking. Or even just staying still. If I do look, that possibility might vanish. It’s like Schrödinger’s cat, but instead of a box, it’s an MRI viewer. Instead of a cat, it’s my faith. Well, if by any chance a thought already came into your mind like, “ Fool, he thinks he can reverse it just by eating some m...
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