December 7, 2018
Now that two years have come and gone since the surgery, I know some of you have inquired about my status. I received my last MRI scan last June. My neurosurgeon was delighted in the progress I had made and how the surgery had turned out. He said that my tumor looked stable, though it grew ever so slightly. He was confident enough to push out my next MRI to two years away instead of one. I was delighted with that news.
I’ll spare you from the ailment list, but I have still been working at minimizing them. I do have some residual issues that did not make sense to my surgeon and the other doctor listening in the room. But, he granted me referrals to other specialists to rule out the possibility of them being unrelated issues.
I also have been to enough various physical therapy sessions to better understand their purpose. The rehabilitation is beneficial to a certain point. I surmise their training must be focused on developing coping techniques to minimally function again. I find a giant gap between where they leave you and where I’d like to be at. What is required of an elderly person to make it through their day is so much less than me, a mother that is whipping around everywhere, balancing schedules and activities, and typically tackling multiple tasks at once.
Knowing so much life may lay ahead of me, I feel it is important for me to keep striving and challenging myself in hope to regain what was impaired. My efforts may be futile, but if I didn’t try, I would never know if I could have been better off. But also I know my tumor is growing back and it will only be a matter of time before another surgery. If my current condition is my status quo, how much less would I regain after the next surgery damages more? In the meantime, I have to try to not be consumed by my condition and enjoy the abilities I still do have for now, though my tasks are much more challenging.
Until we meet again,