Thursday, November 29, 2012

Dr. Remmington, cute, but taken

Today was my first visit with a doctor other than Dr. O post surgery.  Dr. Remmington is his name! (imagine that said to some music).  Dr. Remmington is an eye doctor that I was sent to in order to see how the vision is now in my left eye.  Vision in my left eye was what cued the MRI that discovered the tumor in the first place.

I am happy to say that my left eye vision is back to normal!  Before surgery Dr. Remmington declared my left eye blind.  Both Dr. O and Dr. Remmington thought that there would be permanent damage to my eye since the optic nerve going to it was in such bad shape, but we discovered today that all the swelling is completely gone.  After radiation and chemo Remmington wants to see me again so he can give me glasses with a new prescription my left eyeball has improved so much.  Booyah!

The big news . . . to get to this appointment I drove the car.  I never thought that using up gas money would feel so wonderful.  I also was adventurous and put on my first "normal" clothes since surgery.  Sweatpants and sweatshirts are comfy, but after awhile jeans are needed to feel normal again.  My husband also really needs to work on his picture taking abilities.  Murphy (the cat) takes up more the picture than I do:
Off to dinner I go!  Tomorrow will be one of my last days without something else doctorish going on, so I am going to enjoy tonight and tomorrow.  Thanks for the chicken and wild rice Jessi; it is delicious!

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The good, the bad, and the ugly

My staples are out!  After being told there were just twenty of them, I didn't think this would be a big deal, but apparently people involved in medicine need some help counting.  I actually had 43 staples, so it took about thirty minutes to get them all out.  Pulling out staples surprisingly does not hurt very much at all, but thanks to the fact that the staples were on my head makes it a very messy process.  I now have some of the most impressive scabs I've ever seen in my hair.  I also discovered that Dr. O is an avid fly fishermen, since him and Rock had an engaging conversation about how the instruments he used to remove the staples and stitches looked a lot like equipment used fishing.  Ewww.


I'm free!

The best news of all of this is that I can now take a shower normally!  I am supposed to let the staple wounds in my forehead "breathe" for 24 hours, then I can scrub them shampoo as much as I want.  I am considering walking down the aisle in a store with the staple wound visible just to see how many men I can get to collapse. (They did let me keep the staples :)

On another note, my tumor sample sent off to the specialist still has not been returned.  Apparently the specialists sent it off to specialists of the specialists.  It has now hit the point where it could take up to a month since my James Dean tumor is so obnoxious in its indecision.  So, the tumor board decided to go ahead and meet.  

This is where news is not all good.  They have made the decision to classify my tumor as cancerous.  Ugh.  As a result, I am going to be having radiation and chemo treatment.  Double ugh.  That means I am now graduating from Dr. O onto Dr. Wagner, Dr. Remmington, and Dr. Stille (pronounced "style", not "still/steel".  Pronouncing it "steel" would be cooler after Remmington though).  I have my first appointment tomorrow with Dr. Remmington.  All I know so far about treatment is that they plan on being really aggressive with radiation (5 days a week!!) and will be less aggressive with chemotherapy.  It will be mostly outpatient with low dosage.  

Well, sorry it couldn't be all fun and humorous news.  Just know that should the chemo be strong enough that I lose my hair, I want it to grow back either blonde or neon green.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Brainy pictures!

After much bugging of the MRI/CT people, (and a $15 fee), we were able to get copies of the reports and pictures generated by my multiple visits to those obnoxious machines.  I'm pretty sure that by the end of all this I will have had a pretty extensive love affair with the MRI machine.  First of all, tumor size.  According to the first report my tumor was "10 x 6.3 x 5.4 cm area of edema  predominantly involving the left temporal lobe." That is HUGE!!!!  I thought that the doctor was a bit negative by saying how it was a miracle that I had never had a seizure, now I agree with him. When I do tumors I don't do them half way.  Here is a picture of my pre-surgery MRI.  The tumor is on the right:
It is pretty gross to look at, but also sooooo cool.  Is it bad that my first thought when I finally saw these images today was that they would be an excellent teaching resource in my science classroom?

I was also able to get the MRI images of my head post-surgery.  I never thought I would be so happy to see a hole in my brain.  The white area is where they had my drainage apparatus installed.  Some of the MRI images showed my staples, but I didn't think the men out there could handle it :).

On another note, the meeting with the "tumor board" that was supposed to happen tomorrow was delayed until Wednesday.  They have yet to receive the needed report from the specialist committee that they had to send my tumor samples off to.  Since my tumor had decided to be so obnoxious with all of its indecision, I am now going to call it the "rebel-tumor".  It will put up with being mostly removed, but not fully removed; cancerous, but not cancerous; loving blood, but hating quick growth.  Stupid tumor.  

Sunday, November 25, 2012

I don't know the Wizard of Oz very well . . .

Time to make my first entry now that I am officially home and out of the hospital.  I never thought I would appreciate home so much!  I mean, don't get me wrong, I always loved coming home to our house, but now I come home to showers, real food, and incredible friends and family.

One big adventure that I was looking forward to was washing my hair for the first time.  I was told by Dr. O that I could do it as long as I kept the staples as dry as I could.  That is what Moms are for.  So, much like a child, I was ushered over to a water filled kitchen sink to have my hair scrubbed.  Through this washing we did discover that all twenty staples are perfectly straight, except for three at the end of the staple line.  Maybe they were done by my very exuberant anesthesiologist.

Mom brushing out my hair after the washing
 On that note, I am also going to quit my teaching career.  Now that I've gotten a good look at the staples on my head, I realize that those staples look remarkably like that staples I use to hold together work in my classroom.  I am going to begin reselling those staples in my classroom to doctors in order to make a couple million bucks.  Maybe I'll even offer to staple them in a straight line for small fee.  

We also discovered through inspection of my staples by a nurse before I left the hospital that some men are just . . . wimps.  My friend Jessi (who is pregnant none the less) leaned over to take pictures and document what it looked like; her husband left the room because he was feeling queasy.  Our friend Nick left the room only to lose consciousness next to the nurses' station.  Apparently us ladies are tougher when it comes to blood and guts.


Saturday, November 24, 2012

There's no place like home

We're home! Now the recovery can begin! Thanks to everyone for their support we'll be updating as her recovery progresses.
She'll take care of her OWN blog now. Rock, signing off!
-R

Friday, November 23, 2012

...close your eyes and click your heels

We are so close to home! The doctor and nurses said that tomorrow, if blood work is good we can take Shannon home. Just going to have to wait for the doctors final approval, which may take awhile.

Finally got some photos of the cut they made (thanks Jessi!). Sorta makes her look like a baseball with all those staples. She has alot of hair left which means dry shampoos and hair nets are in our near future. Probably be a few weeks till she can take a normal shower.

What a world, what a world!

Well its not good news but its not bad news. Our doctor told us its a type 3 tumor. But its a funny type 3. It has developed arteries but its very slow growing. It is large but the cell density is very sparse. We are going to have radiation but chemo is in question. We are waiting on reference for confirmation, but there with be meetings with the tumor board. Doesn't sound pleasant.

Good news Shannon gets to go home tomorrow, as long as she behaves tonight. She's enjoying friends visiting, such as her friend Jessi from Anaconda.

-R

Just click those ruby slippers....

Well, this is the first blog entry written by me, Shannon (transcribed by Rock), since the surgery. The first exciting news; I show no problems!  Yeah! All of my limbs, senses, and memories work as they should. My 6-8 weeks of recovery has been cut down to 3-5 weeks. I am also very happy to report that after 3 1/2 days I am out of the ICU. While i do get why i was in the ICU (it was brain surgery after all), i will not miss the ICU in the least: It was certainly "memorable".

Good memories
-sweetest nurses I've ever met
-visit by my extra quirky anesthesiologist
-friends sneaking in "unsterilised" gifts

Bad memories
-woken up every hour, on the hour, for tests of some sort
-a ton of IV's (literally)
-inflatable socks that exist solely to prevent blood clotting
-lack of a bathroom
-the "crazies" waking up in a room nearly
- laying, or sitting (sometimes),  for hours with an ice pack. I love being able to see out of both eyes.
- people panicking because something became disconnected
- food ( at least edible food)

....to be continued (my fingers are cramping).

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Now i know i have a heart, cause its breaking!

I have worn a hole in my shoe, didn't know it was made of metal! Shannon is in a normal room now and they predict that she'll leave by this weekend. She loves her Thanksgiving meal and ate it all. She already did three laps around the nurses station. She's looking forward to the lab results and taking a shower.
She's all for visitors,  let me know so i can give you her room number. If you cannot make it but want to see her i might be able to Skype her or something.
We've really loved all the support and prayers we've received and our hearts are filled and overflowing for her surgery, recovery and future treatments.
-R

Put 'em up, put 'em up! Which one of you first? I'll fight you both together if you want. I'll fight you with one paw tied behind my back....

Today its all about getting to the next room. Shannon has slept for a whole two hours! And she is less blocked up thanks to some special medication. She's going for a walk later.
They readjusted her headband and gave her a sixties poof of hair out the back. We can see more of the surgery staples, looks like an upside down V starting from her left ear and ending around the peak of her head.
She has branched out this morning and has ordered cream of wheat AND applesauce. The in-laws are over for a few days, all it took was a brain tumor and surgery to bring the family together for Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

I'd unravel any riddle For any individ'le In trouble or in pain

Shannon is doing better and better (and looking better). She very much enjoyed a few visitors though it was a short visit. She has many cards and flowers from students and staff in marion school. Still having an internal traffic jam that has no signs of clearing. She still has "fun" remembering the drain coming out. Still won't let me get pictures of the scans for our medical friends. Apparently there is some program needed to interpret them, obviously they haven't heard of JPEGs. I will see about ninja-ing them from someone who doesn't want to be here Thanksgiving.

-R

If i only had a brain...

Shannon's drain was removed a half hour ago. She described it as the worst pain she's been in. Apparently there was a six inch tube, it was removed by the surgeon, whom while a very talented brain surgeon doesn't believe in local anesthetics. Even the nurse was frankly surprised.
Afterwards he did a single stitch, which was pulled tight and he snapped a new headwrap on her (as seen in the photo). And of course they let people in just after to see her.
She has ordered chicken strips for lunch. Sydney had lunch in the deli next to a crazy lady who kept laughing and talking to herself. I thought she was a nurse and was concerned.

-R

Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!

Shannon's swelling is going down and they should be removing the drain today! Hopefully we can convince a nurse to snap some pictures of her head when they remove the bandages. Delivered an awesome care package from a friend, she was very excited about ninja socks and fuzzy slippers.
-R 

Back to the yellow brick road?

Shannon had some swelling in her left eye last night so they are keeping her in the ICU another day. She looks like she was in a prize fight. She is eating and has ordered food herself (more cream of wheat). She hasn't needed pain meds for awhile now. Afraid its another delay for visitors.

-R

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Give me those ruby slippers!

Shannon already is eating (two bites of malt-o-meal, and two sips of OJ). Her bowls we're disgruntled and expressed them selves. She was having some irritating IV's so they removed the ones on her right hand and gave her a purple power picc line (no i didn't make that one up). From what they described they put an IV all the way up a vein and ran a tube into her chest so they medicine goes past her sensitive veins. Plus they can draw blood.
Pictures of her eating, right before the picc line, and of her hair. Still haven't figured out why they give you the hair in a baggie. Its not all they cut off, maybe they want to prove that your not bald, or not that bald. What would they do if you had no hair? Empty bag?

-R

How about alittle fire scarecrow?

2nd morning and Shannon is more alert than ever. She is getting breakfast and is being boring and ordering cream of wheat. I would have gone with walrus bacon.
She had a fun experience with a crazy patient they brought in last night. Her IV's went crazy so they're going to redo them today. Docs might keep her another day in ICU.

-R

Monday, November 19, 2012

I'll get you my pretty!

And your little cat too! As if Murphy could be called little, Shannon is in ICU and talking, demanding more ice and chapstick.

-R

Send in the flying monkeys...

She is out of surgery and going to the ICU in about an hour. Of course I'm away getting jewelry when she is out. She did express wanting anyone who is able to drop by and spend time with her during recovery but we'll be updating you with that info when we get it.

Ignore the man behind the curtain!

We are out of the woods. Still not back in Kansas but the tumor portion has been removed, as much as possible. They report that the surgery is going very well and we are on track for a good recovery.

...the yellow brick road

Called the OR nurse and all reports are good. They are starting the vascular work before removal can begin.

We're off to see the wizard...

We met with the surgeon, looks like everything is as good as can possibly be. The surgery is supposed to last 3-5 hours. All of her left brained functions have moved either out of the way or have been moved to the right brain. They are hopeful that she'll be going right to a recovery room and spend little to no time in ICU. She is doing good and keeps telling everyone that she is a middle school teacher. She had a foot massage she rather enjoyed and has been wheeled off to the OR. I guess somedays your Dorothy somedays your scarecrow. I'll be updating as often as possible.

-R

MRI ho!

She's got her first haircut for the stickies that let the machine know where her head is at. The anesthesiologist delivers jokes like a ninja, you don't know they're there until its too late.

At the hospital

She's getting all dolled up for her big date.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Calm before the storm . . .

My bag for an unknown amount of hospital stay is now packed!  Thank you very much everyone for your suggestions, it made the packing soooo much easier.


1.  funny book (Christopher Moore is an awesome author)
2.  No cards could be found, so I'm bringing a word search and fill it in book
3.  blanket (one for me, one for Rock)
4.  slipper socks
5.  zip up sweatshirt
6.  shampoo
7.  lotion
8.  pillows (one for me, one for Rock)

I have to admit it, I now love Wal-Mart.  This has to be the first time I went shopping and found everything.  Yes, Wal-Mart is now my hero.

Also, as of tomorrow, Rock will be making the blog posts for an indefinite amount of time since I'll be in and recovering for surgery.  Be forewarned, his grammar is very "unique", but he will be posting updates as to my surgery conditions on this blog as soon as he gets he updates from one of the surgery nurses.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Last day of being normal

This afternoon I went out with my husband and a couple guys to enjoy my last semi-normal day.  I decided that I was going to enjoy one of my last days as a person without being cut into my brain.  I had the lucky privilege of choosing the movie, so I went with the one with the hot male actor, Daniel Craig - James Bond, you are hot.  We then headed out to dinner at Mongolian Bar and Grill.  They actually had shrimp (my favorite protein), so it was a very pleasant surprise.


These are the guys Dave, Jeff, and my husband (Rock).  I warned them that I was already sorry if anything had the unfortunate viewing of my behind in the lovely hospital suits.  Sorry to the rest of you too should you catch that viewing as well.

The last 24 hours . . .

Dear all,

Well, here is a story to top many other stories.  On Wednesday I went to the optometrist in Costco because my vision was plenty funky (I thought I would need bifocals, ugh.).  However, my optical nerves turned out to be swollen, so I was referred to get an MRI to see what was up since I had also been having migraines.  I had MRI #1 on Friday morning.  The next 24 hours turned out to be the craziest of my life.  Dumdumduuuum!

Step 1:  7:00am  MRI doctor calls me into his office and very bluntly says that I have a brain tumor.  He may be a very smart man, but he really needs to work on his interpersonal skills.  He then  sends me off straight to a neurologist/neurosurgeon.

Step 2:  7:55am: Have a meeting with the neuro-dude (Dr. Thomas C. Origitano), who was unfortunately not told by the MRI doctor that we had already been told about the tumor, so there were some REALLY awkward minutes.  After the awkward moments, we get to see the MRI pictures that were taken.  I officially have a tumor inside the left side of my brain about the size of a racquetball. To quote the doctor, it is "not like a cherry in jello".  The tumor has unfortunately decided to integrate itself well into my brain.  It must really love me.

Step 3:  8:30am:  Date of surgery for Monday at 6:00am planned by Dr. Origitano.

Step 4:  9:00am:  Time to drop off of my new medications to take before surgery.  They are:
                               -  Keppra:  anti-seizure - apparently it is a small miracle I haven't had a seizure yet
                               -  Dexamethasone:  steroids - bring down brain swelling
                               -  Pepcid:  keep nausea down (best one!)

Step 5:  11:00am:  I make a trip out to Marion School to let them know that I am going to need a long-term sub.  It went really well in the car, I practiced what I was going to say without crying and everything, but failed miserably as soon as I entered the office.  Everyone there was too darn supportive and just made me cry more.  One of my fellow teachers pointed out that "the nicer they are, the worse it is."  Deb, you are a genius.

Step 6:  1:00pm:  Official check in for surgery on Monday.  I get to fill out more paperwork at the hospital, and I made my husband take pictures to document the process.  I figured that this way you guys can see most of the adventures I'm going through.  Tests I got to enjoy:
                                                       1.  Two rounds of blood being drawn for testing
                                                       2.  Peeing in a cup
                                                       3.  Interview with nurse for Monday (best person I met all day!)
                                                       4.  EKG (with sticky pads that just wouldn't stick)
                                                       5.  Salsa danced with a nurse




Step 7:  3:00pm:  More MRIs.  How dare they not let me take pictures of the MRI with a metal camera and around a giant magnet!  Anyway, it was about another 1 1/2 hour of laying in the MRI.  I got the fun privilege of looking at a screen and doing whatever the screen asked me during a scan to see what part of my brain did what.  The biggest thing I remember about this, I really needed to go pee.  Rock was kind enough to make A TON of phone calls during this time.

Step 8:  6:00pm:  Panda Express for dinner.  Yum. :)

If you haven't guessed yet, I am pretty darned scared about this, so I would greatly appreciate all of your support.  Rock (my husband) will also be writing posts on here so you can stay updated when I enter the hospital on Monday.  What I am really wondering about is what I should bring to the hospital for my stay.  I've never spent over night in a hospital before believe it or not.  Any suggestions what I should bring and prepare for?