The practical route don't look too good.

After weeks of recuperating at home and watching my diet like no man's business, my family has decided that it's best that I start taking the options I have. We've still have our hopes up for something truly miraculous to manifest into my life.

Then I started surfing the web again, for glimpses of modern medical hope. The statistical prognosis I read over at cancerhelp.uk was devastating to say the least:

Meningiomas are mostly of the slow growing type. If they are completely removed, over 9 out of 10 (90%) people live for more than 5 years. 8 out of 10 (80%) live for more than 10 years. Even if a slow growing meningioma cannot be completely removed, it may be controlled for a long time.

High grade, malignant meningiomas are more likely to come back after treatment. About 1 in 3 (30%) of those completely removed will come back if they are not treated with radiotherapy after surgery. About half (50%) of those diagnosed with this type of brain tumour live for more than 5 years.

Stop right there. 5 years??? 10 years give or take?? Plus, what if my tumor really isn't fully removable? This certainly puts my paranoia and uncertainty into new absurd levels. Nobody wants to hear a 5-year survival rate especially when you've only just stepped into your quarter-life crisis. 10 years to me right now is equivalent to just a marriage and 2 kids running around my backyard, if I ever get enough money to own one after my surgery...considering the side-effects that may occur.

It's better if I didn't dwell much into this until I've spoken to the opthalomogist and neurosurgeon tomorrow. We'll know how it is then. I hope He has not forsaken me.