I have so much I should be doing, which is why a post has not been made in so long. But here I am, I have to post. With the passing of Senator McCain memories have come sweeping through my mind non-stop. Yesterday was a rough, depressing day. It was difficult to get anything done, yet I did. It has been eight years since my tumor was found and removed by the magical hands of one of the best neurosurgeons in Atlanta. The entire process was a whirlwind. A scary whirlwind. I did not have time to process what was even happening to me until well after it happened to me. I was having migraines and blacking out. One day I had an MRI, the next day the doctor called and told me to go to the neurosurgeon the next day, that day the neurosurgeon admitted me to the neuro-ICU in case I blacked out again, that morning I had surgery to have a golf ball sized tumor removed from the 4th ventricle of my brain. Then I spent the next ten days in the hospital recovering from the surgery crying in pain and honestly…not remembering much of it. I remember the double vision for days, I remember the assistance needed when walking for days. I remember I couldn’t take stairs. I remember the anxiety when going outside. I remember crying when leaving the hospital because I was worried no one could take care of me the way they could.
The thing was, I wasn’t out of the woods yet. It turned out that the type of tumor I had was very rare for an adult to get. It was also very rare for it to just be in the brain, it also affects the spine. So here I was going through it all again this time having my spine looked at. Having the tumor reviewed by an oncologist to be sure radiation was not necessary. I’m happy to report that radiation was not necessary, and my spine was fine. This is why I praise my neurosurgeon for the wonderful man he is and the talent his hands hold. It was a few weeks later that my incision began leaking and I spent another seven days in the hospital. It turns out that material used to seal the incision began to leak. Talk about freaking me out!
After years of MRI’s every six months, and freaking out every time I got a migraine, I’m fine. So far so good. Which is remarkable given that the type of tumor I had has a high likelihood of returning.
Each time someone passes of brain cancer, my heart hurts. It reminds me of how lucky I was in my situation, and how difficult others are. Sometimes I wish I could share the wonderful brain and hands of my neurosurgeon across the world, but would that be enough? To be honest, the loss to brain cancer is low. Most times the tumor can be removed and treated with radiation, but there are times when it’s more complicated. If you would like to know more about brain tumors, cancer, and all things toxic to the brain please visit: http://braintumor.org/brain-tumor-information/understanding-brain-tumors/
I am a Master Social Work graduate from UGA, and absolutely LOVE what I do. I specialize in DBT therapy, and enjoy working adolescent teens and adults (ages 12 & up). I hope you enjoy my blog, it's been a long time in the making! *HUGS!*