My husband was diagnosed 3 1/2 years ago on December 22 (Merry Christmas). He was at the Thanksgiving Day Lions game when he was coming back from the concession stand with some beers for the guys. He fell down. Everyone was calling him a drunk. He told me I know when I'm drunk and I wasn't. Several days later he called me at work to tell me he was going to the doctor cause he has problems speaking. I thought stroke. My husband has always been overweight and no exercise. Well the rest is history. It has been a nightmare ever since.
We had a friend who was director of radiation at Mass. General. We got the top guys in brain surgery and oncology. They gave my husband 10 months. 3 1/2 years later, not all good, he is still here.