Things are going okay. It’s been a week since the surgery and the doctors are pleased with the results. They were able to remove most of the tumor. They will get the rest through radaiation therapy once I heal (in a few weeeks). I am able to talk and eat and see. I am really grateful for these simple but important things. Counting my blessings.
Thank you all for sending positive thoughts, beautiful flowers, delicious foods and kind-hearted gifts. You lift my spirits.
Mitchell has been amazing (no surprise!), shuttling back and forth between home and the hospital. He brings me lots of photos of Nate. I haven’t been able to see Nate since the surgery. Although I am able to walk a little with a walker, the doctors would like for me to be a little stronger and more independent before heading home. So, I am working with a physiotherapist to build strength. The bandage is off now and I’m told that the scar doesn’t look too bad, and will hopefully be covered with hair as it grows back. The sutures are visible now so it looks a little intense (an understatement). It’s like built-in bling.
Speech has come back pretty easily so far. Luckily, I’m not floundering too much to find words. My mom has beeen visiting too so we go back and forth betweeen English and Japanese. I am lucky to know love in more than one language. Once in a while I am able to crack a joke and I’m sure my face must look so surprised by the fact that I can formulate a joke that the punchline is diminished by my own shock. (JB, that one is for you!)
With Thanksgiving coming up and some time on my hands, I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude. Thank goodness for family and friends, a medical system that works, and for Mitchell and Nate. As much as I’ve been thinking about the big questions (life, love, marriage, motherhood, work) I’ve also been preoccupied with all the very visceral aspects of healing (bones, blood, flesh, muscle etc.) In addition to my poor head, my right arm looks a little like it’s been mauled by a bear. I have tiny veins so it’s hard to get an IV or drip going. It always takes multiple tries and results in lots of bruising and blood. But I’m happy to report that I no longer neeed an IV. (My body is able to regulate its own water and food intake. Boom!)
I did a cognitive test yesterday and I passed with flying colors.
Me: “so, we’ve established that I’m a genius, right?”
Doctor: “Um, you’re doing fine.” (I’m pretty sure I was just insulted.)
Otherwise, I’m a little bored. I spend a fair amount of time thinking about what delicious food I might get to eat next.(My appetite is unstoppable. I’m no quitter!) FYI: We are fully and almost painfully stocked, so this is not a call for people to suddenly send baskets of sweets or treats, please.
Seriously, thank you for all your kind words and actions. Each one is appreciated!