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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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
I know I have to get started with the train wreck details asap, so I will start from surgery 1 through recovery, not all at once. I had the afternoon table time, but that didn't stop people that didn't know that from ringing my phone early and waking me up (big surgery etiquete (spp?) DON'T DO THIS). Get up shower shave etc, in a light fog. Go to the city. Fill out a form, get ushered back to a holding cell. Of course the case before me is running late. Did I forget to mention the huge power breakfast. No of course I didn't because you can't eat before hand (I was missing my food + anxiety + staring at 3 (Heather, Dad, and Mom's scared S-less faces). Me I am almost as upset about the no food thing. So I kept trying to get Valium for them, and a big diner omelete with the trimmings for me. Then hell let's just turn around while we're all still happy. So my 1 pm time turns into like a 3pm time. Still no omelete or Valium. My surgeon came back, talked to us about the plans, again, I don't get into my flight or fight mode until they make me walk into the back. But the 3 valium needy people are peeking at this point. So I leave under their duress, again I am sleeping through this thing. They march me into the back, now fight or flight. Into the cold op. room. People wires tools everywhere, now I DON'T want to be here. Up on the table, one line in my arm. Happy juice a-coming. I am out until about 10 /11 pm, I dunno. I wake up with my surgeon over me it's over, but there is some chaos, and I am in pain, my head dressing and where they cut which now has like 20 wires coming out of my head. They wack me with some morphine, and now I am being moved, all in a complete daze. I go out for a cat scan. Sure move me around great. Now I am back again, I don't know where, and they bring in the valium 3, I know I am amess with O2 being fed through my nose, and at some foggy time I realize when being asked maybe pre-scan, I can't move my left hand / arm ( I remembered recently in my post-op fog my arm seized up real bad at this time, telling the dr's something was wrong, and then it was weak). So the chaos all stemed from that 1% hemmorage risk and I hit it. This was just the risk of the procedure, nothing to do with my surgeon. So I am still groaning in pain, crying from seeing my family twice. I get more morphine and am moved to Neuro ICU for the night. During which I get monitored constantly and wacked again with Morhine. Needless to say I was sleeping it off.
At some point I wake up to see my surgeon standing over me it was now 5 am, he didn't go home until probably aftert 1 was with the Valium 3 until midnight. So that is the first leg more to come, but there were some foggy druged times, that are a blur.
10:24 AM
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