I underestimated how hard it would be to re-tell my brain surgery experience. I also underestimated how hard it would be to drive by that first neurosurgeon’s office, where I sat outside with my husband after the appointment and sobbed under the pine trees, feeling like I was counting down the remaining days of my normal life. 540 more words
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I appreciate that my surgeons warned me that my facial paralysis wasn’t going to be quick to heal. Nerves regrow slowly, and my facial nerve was put through a particularly rigorous test, given the extra long duration of my surgery. 1,191 more words
Surgery was on Monday, and the days that followed were pretty restful. By Thursday I was wearing my own comfy jammies and settling in to my familiar hospital bed even deeper, feeling like I knew the drill, but then the rehab pace started really picking up. 715 more words
Once a room became available in the “close observation” unit on Tuesday afternoon my bed and I were wheeled over. I believe there were three other patients in there, each of us tucked behind our privacy curtains, and it was quiet for the most part…except for one woman visiting her dad who talked VERY loudly trying to get him to wake up and recognize her voice. 1,190 more words
Everyone has a right to be private. I, however, am not a particularly private person. I find that by sharing my real stories, my vulnerabilities, my celebrations and discoveries, I make connections, learn and grow. 911 more words
I was a little shaky heading into my first-ever visit with a neurosurgeon. My husband left work to meet me at the office and to be my back-up ears, voice and shoulder to cry on. 1,297 more words