This is a fucking weird week.
My mom is having surgery tomorrow to remove a massive intramedullary spinal tumor tomorrow. Trying to stay positive but its hard not to think about the idea that she may walk into surgery tomorrow... and never walk again.
At this point, they don't know anything except that its there. It could be an astrocytoma (very bad) or it could be an ependymoma (just plain bad). It could be benign, it could be malignant. They could be able to remove it without severing part of the spinal cord, or they may have to cut into it. The neurosurgeon could do a great job, or he could completely fuck it up.
Its really unreal right now, and no one is as freaked out as we really should be. I'm sure we will be once we get to the 7th or 8th possible hour of surgery and we don't know what the fuck is going on.
My mom is having surgery tomorrow to remove a massive intramedullary spinal tumor tomorrow. Trying to stay positive but its hard not to think about the idea that she may walk into surgery tomorrow... and never walk again.
At this point, they don't know anything except that its there. It could be an astrocytoma (very bad) or it could be an ependymoma (just plain bad). It could be benign, it could be malignant. They could be able to remove it without severing part of the spinal cord, or they may have to cut into it. The neurosurgeon could do a great job, or he could completely fuck it up.
Its really unreal right now, and no one is as freaked out as we really should be. I'm sure we will be once we get to the 7th or 8th possible hour of surgery and we don't know what the fuck is going on.