Glioblastoma multiforme. These were the two words coming out of his mouth I didn't understand. I was too pre-occupied staring at the metal trays sitting next to the microwave. Did he put those in there? He couldn't, right? It was dangerous. I wasn't really paying attention while the doctor and my mother talked, so when I finally tuned back in and these two words were what I heard, I didn't understand. Grade 6 Astrocytoma made no since either. A type of Glioma? No more sense than the first two terms. Then he told me that one magical sentence that was crystal clear and easy for me to understand.
I had the most aggressive form of brain cancer.
That one made sense.
