“How are you doing?”
“I’d love to be able to answer that question. Can you give me some options? Maybe I’ll simply pick C, it seems safe. Easy. I’m also very okay with changing my mind 10 minutes from now if C is a bad choice.
That’s pretty much how I’m doing.
When 3 different individuals on your healthcare team call you within a 24-hour period of time, you know that shit just got real. When all 3 of them know that you are on vacation, you know that shit just got real and your vacation is over.
“You can be home Sunday night, right? My office will call you on Monday to get your pre-op appointments set up. Plan on having surgery Thursday.” Just like that – it happens. One moment you’re laughing at happy hour; the next your complaining about having to go home for brain surgery.
Surgery went well. Felt about 5-minutes long from my end. I have a wicked scar. I stopped counting staples landing in a jar when the 25th one went down with a ‘ting’. It was determined Radiation Narcosis was the culprit of most of my brain swelling. I remain on Alectinib which serves me well.
For now my energy level is quite low. I spend much of my day reading or napping. Soon I hope to get back to my art class, writing circle, and of course other forms of mischief.