Morty

Morty

Morty is my brain tumor. I named it so I can fight it. The plan is simple: kick the hell out of Morty.

Last updated: Aug 22, 2025 Status: fighting Treatment: surgery · radiation · Temodal · chemo

The Unwanted Roommate

Morty moved into my head without a lease. He doesn’t pay rent, eats my groceries (energy), and keeps engineer hours—wide awake at the worst times. He also redecorates: balance, focus, and sleep keep getting rearranged like furniture after a bad party. Cleanup list: headaches, fog, swelling.

How he got in (the “move-in inspection”)

Repairs and pest control (ongoing)

Emergency calls so far

The recent flood

House rules for Morty (posted on the fridge)

  1. No rent, no rights. You’re not a tenant; you’re a problem.
  2. No redecorating neurons. Memory and focus stay where I left them.
  3. Quiet hours. Screens and noise trigger headaches; I keep things short and clear.
  4. Visitors welcome. Sheri, Mom, Tammi, Ben—they matter. They stay.
  5. No subletting to fear. Bad nights happen. They pass.
  6. Maintenance is scheduled. Pills, scans, rest days. I budget brainpower like cash.
  7. Eviction plan never stops. Shrink your footprint until there’s none left.

Status today

Log

  1. Leg ultrasound scheduled (DVT concern).
  2. Water retention ~30 lb; tapering dexamethasone.
  3. ER #4 — side-effects flare; treated and discharged.
  4. ER #3 — swelling/pain spike; monitored and discharged.
  5. ER #2 — dehydration / side-effects; treated.
  6. ER #1 — chemo reaction; stabilized and home.
  7. Radiation (30 weekdays) + Temodal (42 days).
  8. Brain surgery.
  9. Crash → trauma ward → tumor found on imaging.
  10. Stroke scare (on ex-wife’s birthday).