First Arnieversary of Arnie's Apocalypse..

I had plenty of hopes to get things in order

and

have a post ready for yesterday.

It did not happen.

I want to sit down and update the blog

but don't know when to choose the time.

I don't want to do it with the kiddos running around

(and yet here I am this morning doing it)

or

once they are in bed,

I like to see Andrew

and

by the end of the day

I want to rest my brain.

I never gave the January update

from seeing my Neuro-Oncologist.

But as the saying goes,

“No news is good news!”

Things are clear, well that is how we say it,
the oncologoist and reports say, "stable"
as in Arnie's roots are not growing, 

my “hole” is getting more and more

clear meaning, it

has healed well

and

as she says, “They rest of my brain

is beautiful brain.”

I had some concerns regarding

regressions towards how I was post surgery.

I was becoming exhausted,

not able to to focus

and

especially at the new house,

clip walls, doors, cabinets,

drop things and the list goes on..

What she said makes sense,
I did heal well at our other home,

I had it all nice and organized

and

I knew the home.

She states, brain surgery is comparable to

a traumatic brain injury.

It takes a lot time to adjust to change.

So just by changing our home

I regressed.

I have a huge mess to organize

and

I am always the plan maker

of what needs to be done.

Then the effort to do it takes all of my

energy,

that does not include my typical

Mom duties.

I am back to not being able to pack

Aidan's lunch.

It makes sense, the comparison traumatic brain

injury however, I never thought of it

like that since there were supremely skilled

hands in my brain

and

was told many times by my neuro-oncologist

that it was the best resection she has ever seen!

But of course, skilled hands or not

a brain is not made to have someones hands in it.

:)

It was a good perspective and

helped me to reduce my frustration with it all

a little bit.

She let me decide if I want to come back in 5 months!

That does worry me a little but

it would be nice to spread it out a bit

and

 if I am not comfortable they

will see me sooner.

Just like Dr. Grossi did in 2012

and

when I trusted my gut, that I needed to get in,

I did, he did the MRI and it lead to the biopsy.

So, I am working on it.

Trusting the gut.

Since then I have had some

 bouts of organization

and 

rest.

I have gotten a few things revamped at home

the Boys are doing better with out the extra chaos of

disorganization

and

so am I.

I have had a few down days this week.

I am trying.

I have much more patience when I don't

feel like I have been hit by a truck,

joints aching, shooting pains in my legs and arms,

dizziness and nausea from that nasty spinning feeling.

Which we have had our NC weather going wacky

and I can feel the change.

Heck, even on good days with calm weather, 

 just going down a hill

will cause pressure in my ears to change

and

on bad days my head.

It happens to a lot of people...

So, yesterday was 365 days since the resection.

It does seem like forever ago.

I am not complaining.

I forget about it a lot,

then I hit the scar on my head,

or get the tingling through my scalp

and face,

or that spinning feeling,

or a

lack of strength

or dropping something

I had a bad week the other month.

My peripheral judgement was off,

I got a coffee mug out of the microwave

from reheating it but taking it out

I misjudged the opening of the microwave, slammed

the mug (a gift from our Boys) into the inside edge of the opening

and 

lost my grip 

and 

it

slammed to the floor.

This was after baking 

and 

not being able to judge the

flour scoop to the bowl,

and 

then had a whisk

that kept springing a part.

It was annoying but I carried on..I did get a bit

perturbed with the coffee mug.

But, we must carry on..

this are minor things

but a lot of times are just a tiny mirror

of how Life goes at times.

Annoyances..

Head up and keep on truckin'.

I spent some time yesterday

trying to remember what I could from March 13, 2013.

I have pictures that we took and I know I cracked goofy (or lame)

jokes 

and

 as the pre-op meds kicked in I got goofier.

Taking photos of all of us in the room.
I had the awesome nurses laughing with us.

I don't totally remember saying good bye

but as yesterday went on I remember the man I met

when he was doing further prep..

and 

we talked about kids.

I remember he had a heavy accent 

and

 he talking about placing my

arterial pressure device in my wrist

and

then I next think I remember opening my eye barely in ICU

I remember a blurry male nurse

and

 the window next to the door.

Then I remember being moved onto the neuro floor.

I met the nurse that I had for my biopsy, 

smiled talked to her 

and 

she introduced me to the new nurse taking over.

I remember my post op MRI sort of. 

 Andrew walked beside my bed as they rolled me

to the MRI techs who did 95% of my MRI's before that.

I think I remember him laughing with me

and 

 then they shut down the neuro floor for maintenance

and 

I was moved to another floor.

I met a PT on the neuro floor 

and 

got to practice walking with her

and 

was told to practice.

I remember a few practice walks..

and

that certain hallways smelled odd.

I remember my best friend coming with a burger 

and 

shake for Andrew,

I saw our Aidan, my brother, sister, my Grandma and one of my Uncles(possibly him more than once?).

My Parents were there especially in the day time

and

 one super sunny day where I felt horrible

and 

my neuro-surgeon's PA was there..

I saw my Dad sitting next to me 

and

 I went back to asleep.

What I remember most is the day I got to go home,

Dr. Grossi saw me, told me to go get a shower! 

I could wash my hair,

my face, brush my teeth

but that energy to get clean was a lot.

Andrew had to help me

(not what you think would happen to a 31 and 30 year old,

many people are much older if they have to do this

and we get told we are so young..but it sure doesn't seem like it

at times)

I also couldn't feel part of my face or my head

so since you can't see it

you need help.

I got to get dressed.

Then I said I wanted real food. (Andrew blogged about that)

Then the kind staff made sure before I got in the car

I got an IV dose of zofran so I could make the ride home

without hurling.

I walked in our front door climbed our steep stairs and went straight to bed.

That is the short winded (for me) of my 4 days post op.

What a wild and crazy year..

Top Left, pre op, mid left 24 hours post op (?)
Bottom left  and entire right 365 days post op.

Duke is A-MAZ-ING!!

So glad to be here with my Husband and Boys.

Don't forget, 

2014 Angel's Among Us