Thread: Tumor

June 23rd dinnertime I left my computer stool to start dinner, my wife is blind and can't help. The tingling started again. By the time I walked to the door 8 ft away I couldn't raise my left foot to the first step and my granddaughter helped me to my bed as well as she could. For 20 minutes my left leg was shaking out of control with the rest of my body fighting it, it won that battle. My granddaughter pressed my right foot against her leg and pulled top of foot and heel of left leg. Within seconds it was over. I took a 2 hour nap. My wife and I take a lot of medical drugs and she thought I might have over or under balance myself by going to a salt free diet. Gave me one of her pills for that. I was able to cook dinner and enjoy the rest of the evening. The next day I made an appointment to see a GP to get service started on the next Tuesday.

July 1st, my oldest son is headed my way so we can shop together. He texted that he was here and I headed to the front door to left him in. I made 3 steps before the shaking was so bad that I was on the floor. He picked me and we headed for my bed. Granddaughter had both feet as before. Son and grandson were rubbing/pulling on my left leg and my wife was helping me on the right side. Nothing helped for 45 minutes. Felt like an endless battle. It would slow down then start again. Son said 5 miles to the hospital and we are heading there now. But I see a doctor tomorrow.

He went in for a wheel chair with my driver's license and insurance card and told them I was having chest pains. I was pushed through the door and into an exam room. CT was ordered up right then, As soon as test comes back the doctor on the monitor showed us a mass on the top of the brain right rear. MRI ordered. Within minutes I'm told I have a tumor putting press on my left leg control of the brain. Less than 1/16" movement forward could give me a stroke. I'm placed in ICU for the night. 10:10 that evening my visitor was from the best head doctors group in Memphis. For an hour he showed me all the returns from both test. It needs to come out right now. He was great, left no space to question. I'm placed on heavy drugs to control the shaking.

The bad thing is we can't do this in Desoto County, MS. Have to do it in Memphis. He leaves to check on other things for the evening. At 9:20 am he returns with some news. I'm in a Baptist hospital. If I stay I can get a transfer to Memphis Baptist in 4 to 6 weeks. If I go home it could be 8 to 10 weeks. St Franes hospital is 7 to 8 weeks. He and his staff are working to get me somewhere fast.
Wednesday 11 am. The doctor says go home, come to my office and establish TN doctor patient relations. Friday is my visit. I'm told that Methodist Hospital can get me in on July 11th. Wow, 1 week away.
Within that week I'm preregistered for my surgery. We got to the hospital at 4:40 am and sign in. In prep room at 5 am. The doctor comes by, we have an emergency and will have a little delay on you. Debbie sat in one of their wheelchairs during the prep. Complained about it the whole time, it looks like a luggage cart from a cheap hotel. I told her to go back to the waiting room for a better chair and let other family members have some time with me, she didn't. I'm wheeled to the operating room at 11 am. Was talking away with the staff until that hot liquid was sent through the IV and I was out.
The last thing I remember from Wednesday night is a friend changed the photo on his face book page. Now holding 4 large crappie on his finger tips. At 4:05 pm I'm asked if I can answer some questions. His photo is the first thing I see. Yep, I'm ready to go fishing. Answered all the questions right and wheeled to my ICU room. It's across the hall from the nurse's station and I can't rest.
After I'm settled in the bed my kids came for a 45 minute visit. They washed their hands before leaving. Paper towel machines don't work, shared the only hand towel found in the room. That's when my inspection of the room of everything wrong started.

I'm suppose to spend 2 days in ICU and 2 days in stepdown.
Friday 3:30 am I get my first ride on the luggage cart for an MRI. Please let me walk back, can't do. 5 am, doctors are at the station talking golf. I ask for hot tea and honey. Had to settle for tea with sugar. Breakfast served at 7 am, cold. Asked for more hot tea and honey, sugar again. My youngest son and granddaughters arrive at 9 am with stuff I packed Wednesday. Ah, tea, honey and my glasses. 9:30 am the doctor comes by. Want to go home today, yes. Get me out of this broke down nasty place. Eat a meal and I'll release you. Breakfast was microwaved in the concession station and I gagged everything down. Son left and daughter arrived. Nurse arrived with meds needed to adjust my blood work, 4 pages. Daughter went after other things needed for the release. Arrived home at 4:20 pm. The trip home wore me thin and I took a pain pill and a 3 hour nap. I still have 59 that I feel I don't need. Debbie and granddaughter adjust my drug caddy for the week.
My granddaughter got a job at a vap store as the hurricane move through our area. The Mex restaurant next door had/has a black greasy spot entering their door. She slipped a bit and messed up her back again. She wasn't able to keep the pet's room clean. Pup's newspapers and cat litter was the first thing I smelled as I entered the house. Sunday thru Tuesday in their spare time my kids cleaned the room and a better/safer path to my computer/workstation/fish bench/reloading bench. Now I can keep a better eye on the pet's needs.
July 26th, a visit with the nurse to have stitches removed. My touching of them feels like 60# mono. Visit with doctor on the 30th. I hope he has time for my stories and get an update on restrictions.
My first time back at the computer desk I hear a perfectly times tic. I search all around the computer for the noise, can't find. Time to use the blood pressure monitor. I watch the scales and the tic is inline with my heart beat. Yep, it's echoing at the void left from the tumor removal.

My prayers are going up for you!! ������

So glad you're getting better. I'll keep saying a quick prayer for you.

Thank you. I'm feeling better each day. But a bit weak from the weight lose.
I found out today that my 85 year old beekeeper will retire and close business in 30 days. I changed from sugar to his honey in 2012. Make a cold tonic and use very little when needed, yep it that good. No doctor's visits or over the counter drugs. I buy 5 to 6 gallons per year. I have a half gallon left from the last purchase that he went up $50 per gallon. Wondering if I should get 1 or 2 cases. Other local beekeepers want double if not more for theirs and farther away.

Sleep is still screwed up. I went to bed at 10:30 last night, wide awake at 1:20 am. Tried to go back to sleep, gave up at 3:15 am. I'll get a nap later that will mess up my sleep again tonight.