November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
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Thursday, March 31, 2005
3/31/05
Today I worked my left hand out for like an hour. I am trying to build up the fingertip dexterity. I also have an in-home nurse visit at 5 pm, and pot roast ready to go for dinner for Heather and I.
The story continue’s
Now Sunday I was still in Neuro-ICU, It turned out to be family visiting day for me. I had my father, mother, sister, brother (who drove up 4 ½ hours to see me), and Heather of course. Well my sister originally wasn’t going to come because she is pregnant, and she didn’t want to be around a building with x-rays. I know what you are thinking that don’t all pregnant women end up in hospitals anyway? Well if I learned one thing in life you don’t question a woman with that many hormones running through her body. But when it was known Dennis was making the drive she jumped on the convoy to visit the head case. So refer back to the super dosing of steroids i.e. crying juice I am on so when the family train got there the water shed began. I was especially toughed because my brother was in the middle of moving to Florida and still made the time to drive up. It meant a lot to me. His wife is an occupational therapist, and when she heard about my hand she was ready to jump on a plane with my nephew Matthew to come help me. Well like I said about Saturday not a lot went on on Saturday and Sunday, so it was mostly a very hoarse me talking with the family while round doctors stopped in a couple times and nurses came and went. The ironic part was, now being all wired up I was relegated to bed rest, with a guy up to x-ray my chest so I hoarse whisper out get the pregnant woman out, and he kicked everyone out (the one thing my sister feared). Then after my snap shot everyone filtered back in. My arm was still useless on this day, and I was holding out hope that after my surgery it would be a little better.
4:18 PM
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