I have heard many words being used to describe me over the last few days:
Courageous, tough cookie, brave, etc
To me, the most appropriate is "THANKFUL!"
I am so thankful to have come through the operation as well as i have. My neuro signs are as normal and scans of the tumor site are all clear.
For many months babe has woken me from horrific nightmares. Although Ive suffered with the idea of going deaf, it is the facial paralysis has plagued my thoughts.
As recent as last week, Babe had to wake me from a dream of being post operation and my face "was ruined". As we all know, bad dreams have such an impact on our lives. Mine have been no different.
The morning of the operation we were up at 4:00am, early start to anyones day leave alone having to contend with the nerves of the surgery. Midway through blow drying my hair, the hairdryer stopped working leaving me with only half a do!
We make our way into the Royal Melbourne Hospital and meet mum in the foyer. Checking in for pre admission, we loose all power to the ward. I was left sitting in darkness wondering if surgery was still on the cards when the lights come back on and then off again. Babe tells me whilst waiting for me to come back from surgery, the lights did another flicker late in the afternoon when him and Mum were sitting in the waiting room just outside the high dependency ward. Looking back, i think my nanna and pop were with me whole time, sending us little sighs that they werent far away.
Once I was changed into a gown and TED Stockings, it wasn't long before I was called into see the surgeon-Nick Hall. It was a wondeferful feeling to discover that all the worry I had about the change in neuro surgeons prior to this was for nothing. Dr Nick was lovely. He took his time going over the procedure with us including the risks and complications. He showed genuine empathy which helped put me at ease.
It wasn't long after this that I had to say good bye to Babe and my Mum. This is when the tears that has been threatening to spill over all morning began. Soon I would be put to sleep, but for them the long wait would begin.......
I have asked babe and Mum to write a few words about what it was like waiting for me to come out of surgery. These posts will follow in the next couple of days.