Obviously it has been a looong time since I last posted. I guess getting over brain surgery took a bit longer than I anticipated. It wasn’t painful, believe it or not. In fact, it was the least painful surgery I have ever had, and I’ve had a bunch. I’ve been known to say I don’t have many working parts left, but I was joking. I’m not joking about not having much pain. Who knew that a person could have 1/3 of her head shaved, an incision from middle forehead to ear, skull removed, brain pushed to the side, tumor excised, plate attached with titanium screws, scalp stapled together with what felt like a million staples, and it wasn’t that painful? The physical part wasn’t as bad as I imagined it would be. Oh sure it was hard moving my head for a little while. I felt like I had a pumpkin on my shoulders. I couldn’t sleep. I was uncomfortable, but no, I thought it would be excruciating. And it wasn’t. The hard part was waking up knowing that I didn’t not see Jesus or my mama. I secretly thought I would and was so disappointed that I didn’t. Bitterly disappointed. Once the healing began, I pretty much got over it. By the way, the tumor was benign, no further treatment is necessary, just yearly check ups for five years. Honestly, the whole thing was a bit scary. Apparently I was rather hypovolemic as I woke up with more IVs than I had ever had at one time. I think about five if I remember correctly. And then there was the little matter of my heart rate. It dropped, and when I say it dropped, I’m talking low. One night my male nurse woke me up saying “Miss Nancy, your heart rate is in the 30s and I need to stimulate you”, to which I replied “couldn’t you just shake me instead?”. Haha, I am so bad! We laughed and my heart rate went up. Problem solved.
In truth, I am amazed at how easy the whole thing was. Getting used to life post surgery is another story. I cannot explain what is different, only that it is. I might be a little slower. The memory process might be an issue. Maybe I see more color. That is kind of iffy. One thing I know for sure is that our Lord God is a good God and His mercies endure forever! I could go on a lengthy litany of His goodness and only scratch the surface. How else can I claim healing but for His goodness?
I’m switching the focus to the fun part of the whole situation. Yes, indeed, there was a fun part! Let me start by saying how blessed I am with good friends. Not just good friends, but great friends, the best friends. Friends who stand by me when the going gets tough. It was tough for my husband to see me go through this. But he was held up by angels; my prayer group and several other great friends who traveled 3 1/2 hours and more to be with us. And surgery was in NEW ORLEANS, people! New Orleans! Can I tell you the night before surgery was fun?! We managed to get in a good tour of the French Market and sampled the cuisine that made New Orleans famous. Yes, there were beignets. Lots of beignets. If you don’t know (egads!), beignets are a puffy, powdered sugar coated pastry known far and wide as THE one thing you should not miss in New Orleans. And don’t forget the cuppa strong café au lait on the side. Heaven on earth, I tell ‘ya. Yes, indeed. There are so many wonderful things about that fabulous city and I certainly wanted to do/eat/see all of them before I had surgery. Can you imagine? Oh forget about Bourbon Street. Been there, done that, don’t want to go back. I’m too old. It’s not fun anymore. Now that I know Who my God is, I have no desire to dip my toes in that sorry lake of fire!
Yes, we had a big meal but I think I was the only one who had beer. Wouldn’t you? I am the nut on the far end of the table. Let me tell you something; this group can laugh!
Progressing on…. I’d say I am healing well. It has been 8 months. The neurosurgeon told us that it would take 9 to 12 months to recover completely; to even start feeling like my old self. I’m not so sure about that but I will trust him even though he did laugh at me when I asked him to be sure to remove some of the bad memories wreaking havoc in my brain, and replace them with a few golden nuggets of wisdom. He must not have realized that I was serious, lol. Oddly enough, the good doctor must have done something different because the memories are still there but somehow they aren’t as important anymore.
What is important? The fact that I woke up when the surgery was done, eyesight intact, moving all extremities, still utilizing brain function (that part is debatable). And I love. I love very much. Besides that, I am acutely aware of what I want to do more of. I want to become a better person. I want to praise God with every breath. I want to open my eyes and look around and light a fire under my butt if that is what it takes to do what God wants me to do. There are a lot of people in this world who have needs. Maybe you and I can’t touch every one, but our prayers can.
How about you give that a try? Pray for our country. Shoot, pray for our world. Pray for peace. Please. Oh, and love one another! To love someone is a gift from God. Don’t waste it.
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