“It’s called a pituitary carcinoma—a brain tumor.”
Wynn gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. “Are you sure?”
“Common symptoms are blurred vision, headaches, numbness or pain, dizziness, and, most frequently, loss of consciousness,” Dr. Weber said. “Now it is cancerous but treatable. We’ve successfully treated these for over twenty years. I want to admit you, Mr. Smith, and run some blood work. I also would like to observe you over the next few days, to monitor one of these episodes, to give me a better handle on your behavior. That’ll also help narrow the diagnosis.”
Smith remained stoic, donning what Wynn liked to call his poker face. “So you want me to stay the night?”
“It might be a few nights, if that’s okay with you.”
Smith looked at Wynn. She smiled and squeezed his han
