Ok, so I have a bunch of things to talk about for the present, but I feel I must finish my story of how all this started. I might jump back and forth in time during my story, so bare with me, I am not much of a writer. And besides, it is my blog so I can do what I want!
I need to mention something about before the surgery. I was working on a tv show pilot the week before my 1st appointment with the neurosurgeon so alot of people knew. When I found out I had tumors I went to the pharmacy to get my new meds and I started making phone calls while I was waiting. The 1st call I made was to my parents. I tried calling my mom 1st but she didn't answer, so I called my dad. At first he got mad and started yelling, then he started crying. This was very strange for me because the only other times I remember him crying was when his mother died and when his father died. My mom had left her phone at home, so dad went to grandma's to tell her, she called me a little while later. She asked me if I wanted her to come out to be with me. I told her that I would not be alone, but that I would like my mom to be there! She flew out the next day with grandma. I had already scheduled another MRI for that day so my friend who went to the Dr appointment with me offered to pick them up from the airport. She was such a great help. I had also made plans to see a movie with some friends from work for after my MRI, we made these plans a couple weeks before. That was weird. I could tell they felt a little awkward about the situation. I made some jokes to make them feel a little more at ease. I still had no doubt what so ever that I was going to be fine. I then asked them and a few more friends to join me on Sunday, the day before my surgery, for a little hair shaving party. My friend had suggested that it might help if I shaved my own head. The doc said I didn't need to shave my whole head, but my hair was short to begin with so I thought it would look funny with a bald spot. Anyway, my friends came over to support me. I took some clippers into my bathroom and with Pat Benatar's "Invincible" playing in the background, I shaved my whole head! It was very empowering. It was the only thing I had control of during all this. When I came out, completely bald, everyone was very supportive.
These friends all came to visit me while I was in the hospital, and they called me almost every day to check in on me. I had a great deal of support. It was very comforting to know so many people cared. Of course, every time I went into the hospital- I have had 2 more surgeries since then- I got fewer visitors and fewer phone calls, but I will talk more about that later.
I need to mention something about before the surgery. I was working on a tv show pilot the week before my 1st appointment with the neurosurgeon so alot of people knew. When I found out I had tumors I went to the pharmacy to get my new meds and I started making phone calls while I was waiting. The 1st call I made was to my parents. I tried calling my mom 1st but she didn't answer, so I called my dad. At first he got mad and started yelling, then he started crying. This was very strange for me because the only other times I remember him crying was when his mother died and when his father died. My mom had left her phone at home, so dad went to grandma's to tell her, she called me a little while later. She asked me if I wanted her to come out to be with me. I told her that I would not be alone, but that I would like my mom to be there! She flew out the next day with grandma. I had already scheduled another MRI for that day so my friend who went to the Dr appointment with me offered to pick them up from the airport. She was such a great help. I had also made plans to see a movie with some friends from work for after my MRI, we made these plans a couple weeks before. That was weird. I could tell they felt a little awkward about the situation. I made some jokes to make them feel a little more at ease. I still had no doubt what so ever that I was going to be fine. I then asked them and a few more friends to join me on Sunday, the day before my surgery, for a little hair shaving party. My friend had suggested that it might help if I shaved my own head. The doc said I didn't need to shave my whole head, but my hair was short to begin with so I thought it would look funny with a bald spot. Anyway, my friends came over to support me. I took some clippers into my bathroom and with Pat Benatar's "Invincible" playing in the background, I shaved my whole head! It was very empowering. It was the only thing I had control of during all this. When I came out, completely bald, everyone was very supportive.
These friends all came to visit me while I was in the hospital, and they called me almost every day to check in on me. I had a great deal of support. It was very comforting to know so many people cared. Of course, every time I went into the hospital- I have had 2 more surgeries since then- I got fewer visitors and fewer phone calls, but I will talk more about that later.