For anyone who cares, super, super good news on my nephew. The invasive secondary brain surgery is now CANCELLED! Wa hooh! The neurosurgeon and the ENT specialist went over the detailed follow up scans with a fine tooth comb and are now convinced there’s no new hole to patch. They’re just going to keep monitoring it with CTs every couple of weeks.
And thank you everyone who sent me a note or was keeping a good thought. This is another, there is no explanation for the ‘best cast scenario’ outcome, coming true. They were REALLY panicked, and quite sure about what they saw, and now there’s apparently nothing there :)
Of course my nephew, this whole week has generally been more annoyed that he was probably going to miss the ‘ugly Christmas sweater’ dinner and contest that they’re putting on at my apartment complex. He and his sister both had bought hideous sweaters and REALLY wanted to go. So, obviously he’s had his priorities FIRMLY intact from the start :)
Hey, here’s something I haven’t said in forever. I think there’ll be a post this week. Let’s say, if life is cooperative, by Wednesday.
Let’s say that :)
I love Amazon but this ‘deal of the day’ page just really irritated the F out of me. Keep in mind I clicked on it because there was a Minion picture and my niece loves the minions. So I get to the page and see below, oh I’m sorry, minions are for BOYS. As are the Hunger Games. Oh but I thought the lead character there was a girl? Perhaps, but what matters is that there are boys in it.
Okay, and what can we get for girls? Only things that are pink, OR things that are sluttily dressed. Or both!
"We grew up in the same building, just a few blocks from here." "When did you first meet each other?" "I was three. He was five." "What’s your first memory of him?" "Him pulling up his eyelids to scare me in the hallway."
It’s 39 degrees and a cold rain and for the last 20 minutes I’ve been debating to myself whether it’s morally irresponsible to ask my Chinese food delivery boy to drive to my home. And then contemplating just how awful a person I will be if I do it anyway. The adjective I’m getting is “really.”
Well, my nephew’s slow and steady upwards recuperation from a bullet to the brain, just went sliding back down the hill. A routine follow-up CT scan showed a new CSF leak and an air pocket. The neurosurgeon said he’s going to develop meningitis if they don’t go in immediately to repair it. It’s another MAJOR brain surgery, which, even going well, basically sets us back to like October. So, good thoughts please people. Thank you.
I miss writing.
Beautiful, though a bit terrifyingly apocalyptic. Though, really, all fog is kind of terrifyingly apocalyptic.