Wish us well. My beloved Paddlefeet is entering the fight of his life. After about a month of subtle neurologic signs on August 27, Paddles had an episode of confusion trying to run a computer spredsheet program, and he went to the ER the next day. I watched his head CT as it scaned a brain full of cancer. I left work that night, and haven't gone back. MRIs and oodles of tests were done over the next 6 days and a brain biopsy on the 31st. Results finally back today as Grade 3 papillary astrocytoma. I've had him at home past 10 days, and its been both grand and sad. He is having increasing confusion, and gets very frustrated. He is not a good patient. He is a pirate, a rogue, and a wildman who really belongs in the wild west or the high seas. He ripped out every line and broke every rule, and streaked the ICU as he escaped. They still haven't figured out he got the door unlocked. We are entering a new stage of our life, cancer patient and wife/caregiver. He is the center of my universe. Wish us well.