Surgery morn

Like a child eagerly awaiting Christmas morning that has naughtily gotten up and run to the room where Santa goes, I am the parent in this situation. Here I sit Groggy and dreading the flurry of events to come yet on some level anxiously awaiting for the whole day to be over and for life to begin new and easy (ish).
Understandably I slept like crap. I woke up at 1205 and wanted to eat or drink something. I looked at the clock and thought "Drat!!! Foiled again!"

My douchie on behind my left ear is irritating me and the crown douchie is itching underneath bc it is still healing from the biopsy. I think Mike might try to tie my hands together for fear of me dedousching myself. My glasses are crooked and they only have one arm. Basically folks I am the person that you wouldn't want to run into in a dark alley right now. Not because I am scary but because if you did you would then by the good samaritan code be obligated to help me.

Peeps Mike loves me for the sense of humor and if you know me or you know of me you might ride with it too.

How do I feel? Really, no I mean REALLY, you actually went there? No no nonononononono No. Today is NOT about me!! Today is about the surgeons hands and the team together digging this bug out of my head. It will be all about me later.

On a giant side note I just want to let all of you know My sister Laura and I are locked in a battle for who will win the day. Someones thunder may be stolen. She is 3.5 incheas dialated and 80% effaced with my beautiful neiced Georgia. Wouldn't it be weird if we "Gave birth" at the same time. I think her baby MIGHT be cuter. Considering mine is dirty gooo. EWWWW That sounds gross.

OMG My husband just looked at me in the eye and said Quoting here, "Honey, when we walk into the hotel I am not going to tell you what to do." I looked at him and said, "What the hell kind of amenities do you expect? I get a cathater." I guess I can give him a break it is 420 am which is odd bc I see no grass here.

OMG he also just sai, "Go in peace." My reply, "first I am going to mock you because I am obviously frightened then I am going to be your wife and understand what you mean and not what you say."
I love him so much and we are both spinning our wheels because there is nothing left to do except literally put my life in Dr Langs very capable hands.

See you on the other side.



FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I meant of the surgery...


Toodles!

Oy Vay!!!

I used to be very good at spelling and still am but the keys get hit in a wrong manner Sorry folks.

So here is the deal,
One day I was having headaches that were making me vomit and would not go away and all of a sudden (after multiple trips to the Doc and an MRI, pain meds that were useless, a neurologist that looked confused, and a neurosurgeon that seemed unfazed) I had a needle stuck in my brain and am being told I cannot go back to work until further notice. I am STILL very weak and am so freaked out that I cannot tell which symptoms are psychosomatic and which are genuine. I am changing my diet trying to start yoga and attempting to wrap my head around the fact that my seemingly storybook ending has plot twist like this.
....Not married 30 days and she was diagnosed with a grade 2 astrocytoma on her left frontal lobe; yep right on top of her motor cortex (why I am SO tired). The doc said it looked like it webbed across my brain so surgery is not an option b/c it isn't just a mass.
I do not know if I will have to leave my job, however I may have to take disability. Stephen, give me your fax # and I will get a copy of the pathology report to you and Charlie. Mike and I are looking into MD Anderson in Houston and SPORE Programs for excellence in tumor research in California, Birmingham, and Raleigh, among others. We are going to fight this with everything I've got. IF I GO DOWN I WILL GO DOWN SWINGING!!!!!

AT this point my husbands parents were on a month long cruise. Needles to say we kind of ruined it for them. SORRY GUYS.