Long-time readers and readers whose memories haven't been ruined by all the paint they must be huffing all day to comment as they do (hi, gus!) will recall that my dad went through some challenges back in March. The diagnosis is now neurosarcoidosis. That is apparently an extremely rare thing, particularly without other sarcoid symptoms, which usually manifest in the lungs and are, in fact, what led to Bernie Mac's death a couple of weeks ago.
That diagnosis comes as my parents leave today after a solid month in Rochester at the Mayo Clinic, where Dad was poked, prodded, scanned, tested, and finally drilled and biopsied--a brain biopsy which set off more than 24 hours of seizures and unconsciousness.
Unfortunately, the neurologist who'd been treating Dad was in an accident over the weekend and wasn't able to see them before they took off today, but with an actual diagnosis in hand, Dad ought to be on his way to managing the disease.