That’s the new me. Stuck in a Toronto Hospital, full of rods and bolts, a successful – almost – Frankenstein with two long scars and a tough blood infection that’s taking it’s time going away.
The surgery went brilliantly. My doc opened me up on the side of the neck, took out some vertebrae and scraped out a bunch of my tumour. Then he flipped me over, scraped out more and rebuilt my spine to facilitate the tumour re-growing – it will re-grow – without immediately killing me.
Very nice of him. That is why he comes rated as one of the best in the world.
Unfortunately my body, beat up with 5 previous surgeries and a lot of radiation, isn’t entirely co-operating. After a real bad week at home I was readmitted with a serious blood infection last Friday.
Five days on heavy intravenous antibiotics may just have started to pay off. But the trip home isn’t going to happen without proof that the infection is resolving itself with the treatment.
In the meantime, I’m trapped, bored and unable to eat and therefore being fed through a tube that runs down my nose through my throat and esophagus.
Life is grand, but I get more of it. And as I gain strength I will post. The brain pretty well escaped serious damage, or so my family tells me. One bit of proof: my daughter is teaching me to knit. Any laughter is sexist!