|These probes helped make a 3D image of my head (via MRI) to help the surgeon know more precisely where he was cutting.|
Wednesday (Dec 04), after a full morning at the hospital doing an EKG, x-ray, functional MRI, blood work, learning what to expect for the surgery, and getting my last decent lunch, I checked into the hospital. The functional MRI (where I did various tasks while having the MRI) showed that there was good separation between the functional parts of my brain and the tumor. A little miracle unto itself. That evening I had another MRI (the one where I got the probes on my head) and tried to get some sleep.
The following morning (Dec 05), I went into surgery, and the next thing I remember I woke up under a blue tent unable to move my head. It kind of felt like having tunnel vision. There were two people that I could see. I had seen both before, which helped put me at ease. One was the anesthesiologist, and the other was the brain surgeon's PA. I could hear others in the background but those two were the only ones I saw. The PA kept showing me flash cards and would occasionally peek behind the curtain to where the surgeon was. I was aware of pressure sensations in my head, which can only be described as weird. I can't know for certain but I think I felt the screws being placed in my head and being sewn back up.
|Notice how I am holding my spoon in the second picture? It went downhill from there but only stayed that way for a couple of days. Even now I have difficulty with things like typing and texting, but I am noticing improvements each day.|
|I kind of wish I kept track of all the fingers I squeezed while at the hospital. Another discharge requirement was walking on my own. Keith and I would take strolls around the unit. A route which goes right by the hot chocolate machine.|
Another little miracle that has occurred over the last few weeks is that Jane has returned to nursing without missing a beat. While I was taking steroids to reduce swelling in my brain I couldn't nurse so my sweet sisters pumped and sent out frozen milk with my mom. Once I was safely off the steroids Jane went back to nursing as if she had never stopped.
Perhaps the biggest miracle, aside from my quick recovery in general, is my complete lack of seizures since the surgery. That is right. I haven't had a single seizure since the surgery. That was not at all expected by the doctors. They told me that the most likely scenario would be that I would remain on anti-seizure drugs indefinitely. At this point I am slowly weaning off one of the two medications and plan on doing the same with the second soon. I feel like I have my life back.