Last Monday my husband and I had the consult with the neurosurgeon. It went as I was expecting. They want to surgically drain the tumor, hoping that it wont refill with fluid. I wasn't that impressed by the doctor however. I mean he seemed nice but his nurse seemed to butt in and over talk him somewhat and that just really irked me. I just think as a 'brain surgeon' he would be a bit more confindent and exude a control/command persona. He seemed more like a meek mild type of a person. Anyways I emailed a neurosurgeon on the east coast on Friday and he actually emailed me back that very night. Im going to send the MRI's to him and get a second oppinion. I need to get a date and plane tickets purchased. I know expense wise its going to cost me thousands more but I would sell the everything down to the house we live in and the clothes on my back if it will give us better odds on having a successful outcome. I hate that my husband has this freaking tumor!!! Grrr. I try to think on the positive side, like it has helped me to appreciate all that I have with him, and it has brought us closer together in a way that probably wouldn't have been possible without experiencing the fear of 'death do us part'. If we didnt have children I honestly would not want to continue living if soemthing were to happen to him. We just feel like an extension of each other. He's like the other half of me, he's as much a part of me as my own body, as my own mind, as my own sight. He will be ok, I will do everything in my power to make sure of it.