For all the folks who were asking, this is what I’ve been told:
The good news is that his speech and word comprehension are WAY up. It really is amazing the difference a couple of weeks made– he’s not stuttering or searching for words anymore–his speech is pretty much back to normal. (Mixed blessings.) Andrew had about 50% of the tumor removed in surgery. Since it grew an additional 60% in the 2 weeks before the surgery, the remaining tumor is about 80% of the original. Unfortunately, they took some brain cells Andrew would have preferred to keep. They also put radioactive slivers into the remnants of the tumr, which will either cure him or turn him into a super-villian. He’s out of the hospital (for a while now, actually) and back at his dad’s place.
The bad news is that Andrew can’t read.
Yup. It sucks.
Andrew wanted me to tell everybody that he’s basically okay (relatively speaking) and appreciates the support. But when he doesn’t e-mail anyone, he’s not ignoring you, he just can’t read at the moment (or
write either, I suppose), and that until further notice, his e-mail address is functionally useless.
So skip the get-well cards with the Borders gift certificates in them. (Guess he’s watching the dubbed Japanimation rather than the subtitled stuff these days.) In the meantime, pick up the phone if you want to talk to Andrew, ’cause God only knows, he can’t read your letters.
I’m sorry for your friend’s problems. I’ve been recommending it up and down elsewhere, but you might want to get him a copy of the adiou verison of Christopher Reeve’s autobiography, “Still Me.”