Doctor's scales confirm I've lost 4 pounds in 19 days, just by diet adjustment. 11 more to go and I'll nearly be a welterweight.
Posted 3:16PM, Aug 17 on twitter
Some who’ve been through this call it their “Annie”-versary, Annie being the nickname they’ve given their aneurysm. I never gave mine a nickname, and if I had, it would have been “The Little Bastard.”
But, at this moment one year ago, there were fingers in my brain. Extremely talented fingers, performing a most delicate task. The chief of neurosurgery at Emory, Dr. Daniel Barrow, was using a tiny titanium clip to block off the blood flow to the unruptured aneurysm on my right main cerebral artery.
Well, it’s done. I’m fixed. And I’m home. That’s the short story bottom line. But there’s always “more to the story” (for backstory, see the earlier “Brain Matters”: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Waiting and Contemplating, The Haircut, Surgery Eve and A Photo Of The Aftermath).
For the complete backstory, you can read earlier “Brain Matters”: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Waiting and Contemplating and The Haircut.
But the short version is that around 8am Thursday, the chief of neurosurgery at Emory, Dr. Daniel Barrow, will open my skull to repair an unruptured cerebral aneurysm. No one can say for sure how long I’ve had this aneurysm, but I’ve been carrying around the knowledge of it for over three months, as well as the knowledge this day would arrive.
In the ongoing story of Reid’s Brain Matters (Part 1, Part 2), we last left off at the neurosurgeon’s office, with him saying he needed just one more test to get the information he needed to make a final recommendation on how best to approach my aneurysm.
This report by Dr. Sanjay Gupta features a man who is his boss at Emory, and also the neurosurgeon for my upcoming procedure, Dr. Daniel Barrow. This setting, “brain surgery bootcamp,” is the only place you want to hear a doctor in mid-procedure say “oops.” But it gives you a good idea of the challenges.
Posted 10:21PM, Aug 30 2010 in Health-and-Medicine ·
Responding to a comment late last night once again set me to contemplating. The waiting is the hardest part. In part because it makes you think.
I’ve read the stories of many people facing a brain aneurysm like I am. Some of them were paralyzed by fear after finding out, spending their days waiting for their head to blow up.
I refuse to be that guy. I will not ruin the “now” spending it worrying about a “tomorrow” that I don’t control. But it is also foolish not to think about all the potential outcomes.
“The object isn’t to live as long as you can, but as well as you can. I’ve lived very well; had a grand and glorious life. I’ve done everything I’ve ever wanted to do except meet Al Roker. I’m not afraid to die. But I don’t want to die, and there’s the problem. I love life, love this glorious planet, love simple pleasures, love living.” Mike Celizic
Posted 10:42PM, Aug 20 2010 in Health-and-Medicine ·
“I’m crappy at a lot of stuff, but I am phenomenal at telling fear to suck it so I can go about the business of living. And so while I don’t know what the future holds, with every breath in me, I’m going to keep doing what I do best. And live.” Mary Elizabeth Williams
Posted 4:36PM, Aug 17 2010 in Health-and-Medicine ·
Doctor's scales confirm I've lost 4 pounds in 19 days, just by diet adjustment. 11 more to go and I'll nearly be a welterweight.
Posted 3:16PM, Aug 17 on twitter
I suppose it’s time for an update to my Brain Matters. When we last left off, I was just home from the hospital after having a minor stroke, with a referral to a neurosurgeon regarding the aneurysm they found.
Good news! My neurosurgeon says he can not only fix my brain aneurysm, he will find lost marbles & tighten loose screws, no extra charge!
Posted 11:12AM, Aug 11 on twitter
“In whatever kind of a ‘race’ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist […] To the dumb question ‘Why me?’ the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: Why not?” Christopher Hitchens
Posted 12:04PM, Aug 04 2010 in Health-and-Medicine ·
Can you help me? I'd like to pinpoint the exact moment when I stopped being immortal, and became this decaying mass of protoplasm.
Posted 9:51AM, Jul 22 on twitter
Since I met my dear wife, she has been through the medical wringer a few times. A hysterectomy, a cervical fusion, a shattered wrist, the later removal of the metal placed in her wrist, not to mention a hospitalization or two for her Crohn’s disease. And I get to play Nurse Ratched and/or Nurse Bruno (as well as “hairstylist” when she broke her wrist). Meanwhile, I’ve been The Healthy One for the fifteen years I’ve known her. But I always told her, someday, payback is gonna be hell.
And the payback has arrived.
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