There it is folks. Heard the good possibilities and the bad possibilities. We (Mom and I) were told I basically had 3 options.
1). Do nothing.
2). Put a shunt in to divert the water on my brain.
So, we are going for Option #3. I am going to be admitted next Tuesday early sometime. Not sure why so early b/c all I’ll be doing is stewing. But, maybe I will be feeling all the wonderful prayers coming my way, too. I am so grateful for all of you, friends and family.
In the room, talking with the doctor, I was sitting with Mom on my left side. And, there was an empty chair and I invited my Dad to sit with me on the other side. I was trying to hard to stay checked in and present in the moment. Overall, I did OK I think (Mom might say otherwise, haha).
There are no words to describe this. None at all. I could try to remember all the things the surgeon told us, but basically he told us the good outcomes and the bad outcomes. Which, is all he can do. I don’t know much of anything else. I am just trying to stay faithful, reminding myself (thanks for the reminder from a wise cousin of mine) that fear is not absence of faith. I know this is going to be hard. Hard unlike any of the neck surgeries I’ve had, hard unlike the head on car accident I was in. Hard. What a funny word. Hard, trial, scary, unbelievable…fill in the blank.