Humans have two hippicampi, one on each side of the brain and they play major roles in short-term and long-term memory, and in spatial memory that enables navigation.
I’d never even heard of a hippocampus before last week but I now know what my specialist subject will be when I finally get in that black swivel chair on Mastermind. I’m gonna kill it.
So the following day, after a standard MRI washed down with a large dose of intravenous sedative – (this monotonous event was having some benefits) – I was duly notified – “Yes you have a mass on your front temporal lobe, we have no idea what it is but it’s probs cancer. Could be primary (quite rare) or could be secondary (not so rare) or it could be benign (best case). Problem is it’s pushing on your hippocampus.”
VOILA – we had finally found the culprit causing the seizures! And I was finally able to put a face to Bambi. See image below.
I was informed that the next step was a CT body scan to attempt to discover any sneaky little cancer critters lurking in my vital organs. Nothing showed up in this test. Although I was warned by the neurologist that there could be the teeniest bit of melanoma sneaking around under my finger nail but we just can’t see it.
At around 3 pm I started to think about my flight home that evening; and this time I had taken precautions and booked M on the flight with me just incase I started convulsing at altitude, swallowing my tongue and in need of assistance in retriving it.
Then my doctor popped in and told me I needed to gown up and dejewel again as it was imperative that I now went for what they call a functional MRI. “Are there sedatives involved in this? I asked. ‘Yes ma’am there are”. Fuck the flight then – wheel me on down.