One week ago i was waiting to go into surgery. They told me you will not remember any of this. Well they were wrong. I remember all the presurgery checkout. One of the funny things is you are in a large room with 4 other beds and a sheet for privacy. All you can see is peoples feet. And their shoes. My surgical nurse needs new shoes. They were pretty ratty. To me they were filthy and not something you should wear into surgery. I wanted clean fresh shoes. That tells me you have an eye for detail and are clean.

Getting wheeled into the operating room. They could not get the table to move up and down.  The anesthetist did not want to knock me out until they got the table fixed as it would be easier to move me if I was still wake. Eventually someone realized it was not plugged in. I yelled out reboot it. And they got a kick out of the patient telling the operating room staff how to fix their problem. 

On the way to the operating room i was freezing. I chatted with one of my anesthesiologists about biking. Mtn vs road and about Cyclocross racing. He had heard of cyclocross but never been to a race nor was he interested in trying it.

I don’t remember any of the surgery just everything leading up to it. I remember bits and pieces from the recovery room.

They also said put me in feet first as the room was very small and I had to scooch over on to the surgery.bed. My nurse screwed up and put me in head first and they gave him a bunch of crap about which side my feet were on. (they were the bits with the socks on)  The surgical bed s cold and uninviting. All stainless seel, narrow, had a little air pillow for my head. Straps to hold me in place just in case I try to roll out of bed i even remember what looked like a mesh drain.

I was also shivering uncontrollably. Not sure it it was nerves or just feeling cold.

To this day I am amazed how fully functional I am. All of the “stuff” we read and expected did not really come true. That makes me optimistic about future as everyone is so different and react differently than others. If I did this well with the first surgery how will I react to everything else?  I hope just as well.

After the great Krakan event of 2016 he went back into hiding. Some Milk of Magnesia was utilized to flush him out again. I would prefer he stays a consistent contributor.

We were in Bed trying to sleep before getting up at 4:30am to shower before being at OHSU at 6am. Surprisingly we both slept pretty good.

What does Dorothy say, “There is no place like home” I agree. While everyone was wonderful at OHSU it was not where I wanted to be. When you have to go somewhere. It is never as fun as the place you choose to go to.

While I finally pooped and was allowed to go home. Great news. We saw on the release papers something that we were not too happy about. They still think my tumor was an Oligodendroglioma. They think it is a stage III Anaplastic version that is a bit more aggressive than the typical run of the mill Oligo.

They are still waiting on the genetic testing to determine the treatment plan so fingers crossed it is the type that is more susceptible to certain types of Chemo and Radiation therapies.

So not out of the woods yet. Still a long road ahead and this was just the start. So glad we did not take the wait and see approach. And again everyone is different and might not have the same situation we are in. So what may work for us may not work for others.

Time to study up on my chemo treatments.

Trying to give birth to my food baby. Have walked the halls, having contractions, it is kicking like mad. When you ingest a bunch of food and all the tools to move it along and things are just bound up the cramps are horrible. Done all the recommended treatments but to no avail. Stubborn food baby. At least I know it is mine. Good god this sucks. I can go home if I just drop a duce. A bouncing food baby.