Tomorrow is the big day: d-day, the moment of truth, the day of reckoning, the appointed hour (er... the appointed day?) or, for the more geeky among you, the day that I undergo a third transsphenoidal pituitary surgery to resect my residual ACTH secreting adenoma. Yep, the gland of oz is getting another trimming!
As most of you know, I've traveled to MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas for this surgery. It's a little crazy -- I know -- and a very long way from home but I'm here to see a serious super-hero of a neurosurgeon, one who is among the top in the world for pituitary surgery. I mean he has a wikipedia page. How cool is that?
Anywho, it's been a crazy fun trip so far and I've learned something along the way: if you ever find yourself wondering how to take the bore out of a potentially very boring trip, say across several states to undergo neurosurgery, well folks, I've got the answer: bring your kids. Seriously, we are having such a ridiculous blast of a time. From soaring through the clouds (have I mentioned my kids are born to fly? Sounds cheesy, I know, but man does it get them fired up) and daily swimming at the pool to riding the elevator up and down then back up and then down, it's been one awesome adventure after another. And the fun doesn't stop there-- David's still got a few tricks up his vacation sleevies. He'll be taking them for a good ole fashioned train ride beneath a herd of man-eating sharks and to visit the NASA space center (featuring REAL LIVE SPACE SHIPS OMG OMG), while I spend my days lying in a hospital bed hopped up on narcotics dreaming up my own wacky rocket launches possibly also featuring man-eating sharks (I've heard the drugs here are REALLY groovy).
Oh and in non kid related fun vacation news, I got to meet another Cushie today! I've only met a few others IRL, all in passing at my endocrinologist's office, so this was the first time I've really had the chance to sit down for hours and yak up a storm face to face. It was awesome!
So, yes, so far our decision to make a little vacation out of this round of surgery has been a total blast. Will I still feel that way after I've had my lobotomy, err... I mean pituitary surgery, and am recovering in a hotel room, chiddlers running amok? I'll letcha know.
4 comments:
3rd time's the charm, right?
Cushings? It's OVER. For realz. Pack your shit and get out. Sarah's called out the big guns this time.
When your cushings is out, you should put it in a ring with that other chicks cushiness, and make them do pokemon battles
just enjoy the time..
Sarah, we love you sooo much and are rooting for you all the way. So here's to kicking out those cells that wreak such havoc! Here's to GETTING BETTER!!!! xooxoxo
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