On The Mend

My mother had brain surgery yesterday and she seems to be on the mend.

The neuro-surgeon told me that either surgery or radiation were necessary to remove the tumor. Each approach carried its own set of benefits and risks. Given the size (1.5 cm) and location (near the top just right of center) we opted for surgery.

The operation took about 3 hours. Our goal is getting her back home by Sunday. I had a great group of friends and family waiting with me during the operation; they were wonderful.

One of the more bizarre - almost surreal - aspects of yesterday was our conversation with the surgeon after he was done. About 4:30, out he comes in still dressed in his surgical garb, gives us the low-down on the operation, answers a few questions, and then goes back in to operate on another patient. This guy had just finished operating on my mother's brain but we could have been talking about her car or her refrigerator.

"Yeah, we found it and took it out. Surgery was the right choice."
"Thanks."

He just performed something remarkable all I can say is "thanks."
Thanks, indeed.
K-