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will be the day of my brain surgery. While the "transphenoidal surgery" is considered the least invasive surgery you can have on your brain... somehow this knowledge is only mildly comforting to me. I've always professed being good at running the business end of a shovel, but..... I am to be

I keep hearing about the "sensationalism" or "commercialism" of Christmas and how it makes people sick. I agree. Using Christmas to sell cars, sell jewelry, sell anything, seems just down right wrong. But if you've ever purchased a gift for someone or received a gift from someone at Christmas, then

As I try to navigate my way around the neuro surgeon's office bureaucracy, er I mean staff.... I have yet to receive a returned phone call. The surgeon himself called me back, giving me the news I never wanted to hear and informed me his assistant would get back

My neuro surgeon did in fact call me back, himself. He was on the same page as the endocrinologist. They believe the bleeding out could be fatal, cause blindness, stroke and a plethora of other wonderful things. Yet it's not such an emergency to take out until after the holidays.

I think my fire drill has turned into the real deal. I faxed my lab results to my Endocrinologist. He immediatley called me back (this is so unlike him.... this is why I believe the drill is now an emergency). He says this "thing" as he calls it, is "bleeding

Ok, with the headaches I knew my lab work might not be where it should. It wasn't. Prolactin level was way up again. So today will be filled with the ever-on-going medical "fire drill" of faxing results, talking to medical clerks, assistants, leaving messages for the gods... er, I

It's snowing this morning and the world, my world... looks like a giant Christmas card out there. Everything is so still, so pure, so quiet and so beautiful, covered in a blanket of white. Ok, so call me a romantic... but it just makes me want to curl up

Almost 1 1/2 years ago (literally), I was admitted into the hospital, for my scheduled transphenoidal surgery. Wearing the oh-so-ever fashionable hospital gown, with an IV in my arm (a saline solution with mild sedative), waiting for the outcome of a previous blood test and the impending surgery scheduled to