My life, as I knew it, changed. Wow, milady, talking about a delayed response.
Six years ago or somewhere thereabout, I was given some news that changed my life.
Six years ago or somewhere thereabout, I was told that I was going to die.
No, not by a Gypsy, Magic 8ball or a call from a psychic. I was told this by a team of physicians.
OK, PICTURE THIS. One minute you’re in the shower. You’re downstairs getting ready for Mother’s Day dinner with the family. The next minute, you wake up…in hospital…attached to machines and being probed and poked. Waking up, knowing that something just isn’t right.
Picture it, being told that you have to have this biopsy. You’ve several brain bleeds and what looks like a tumour. WOW, Tumour = cancer = brain = dead. That’s what I’m kinda thinking. So let’s fast forward shall we. Oh, did I mention, that some how (digging in the dirt where animals poo) I picked up a parasite that is ADDING to the TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury)
Biopsy done…insert medical term..another medical term…inoperable.
Meetings, consultations, tests.
Weeks later, I’m home. I’m home, to die, with a satchel of meds. One to stop seizures. One to thin the blood. One to stop the parasite. One for blood pressure. One for something else that I can’t honestly remember. One, that, almost hastened my trip to the underworld. All totalled, I was, at one point taking over 20 medications. NO BUENO!
Now, everyone around me has had their lives affected. Holiday plans put on hold. Constant monitoring because I couldn’t be left alone..Fall risk here.
Vomiting, constant pain, no energy, NOTHING. Meals were…interesting. The Lady Donna did her best to find foods that I could eat. No that’s not correct; food that I could keep down.
All the while, life continues at it usual pace. I’m waiting though…”You may be here Christmas,” was all I could hear.
To be continued…perhaps later today, perhaps tomorrow I’ll talk about having to tell friends and acquaintances…