I did it.
I walked A home from school. I'm totally exhausted.
I was worried that A would be embarrassed by my cane, but he had his sweet smile when he saw me. So sweet.
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Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Cranio-what?
One of the specialists we saw last week was looking over the notes about my stroke and said, "I see you had a craniotomy."
Craniotomy?
I know that I had brain surgery, but I didn't realize that it's called a craniotomy. The image that comes to mind for me is a slightly unbalanced Victorian surgeon, indulging his curiosity by drilling holes willy-nilly in his patient's skull (apologies to the fabulous Dr. Tierney).
I'm sure this procedure has come a long way since the Victorian times, especially at MGH. Still, I'm glad that I wasn't awake during the operation.
Craniotomy?
I know that I had brain surgery, but I didn't realize that it's called a craniotomy. The image that comes to mind for me is a slightly unbalanced Victorian surgeon, indulging his curiosity by drilling holes willy-nilly in his patient's skull (apologies to the fabulous Dr. Tierney).
I'm sure this procedure has come a long way since the Victorian times, especially at MGH. Still, I'm glad that I wasn't awake during the operation.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Seizure
Two weeks ago I had a seizure.
When I came to, I first thought that the nightmare happened again: another stroke. Fortunately, it was only a blip. But the anti-seizure meds have been slowing me down, and I'm still not back to normal.
Now our plans are up in the air. We thought that I could handle caring for the kids, but we're not so sure now. We think A could handle calling 911 if I had another seizure, but it's a lot to ask a 8-year-old.
When I came to, I first thought that the nightmare happened again: another stroke. Fortunately, it was only a blip. But the anti-seizure meds have been slowing me down, and I'm still not back to normal.
Now our plans are up in the air. We thought that I could handle caring for the kids, but we're not so sure now. We think A could handle calling 911 if I had another seizure, but it's a lot to ask a 8-year-old.