I’m still in the hospital. I may have some radiation treatment, not because I have cancer, which I don’t, but because they had to leave a portion of the meningioma in my brain, and radiation will sterilize it and prevent it from growing again. Not all meningiomas are benign, but mine is.
They give you lots of medications here. One of the things they give you is Colace, which prevents constipations. It also give you—at least me—gigantic farts. This happened to me when my son was here, and I was extremely embarrassed. He said, ‘don’t worry, mom, what happens in the hospital stays in the hospital,’ paraphrasing the line about Las Vegas.
After I woke up from surgery, I was feeling pretty good–surprisingly so, given that I was under anesthesia for a total of 9 hours. However, the next morning, the worst headache of my life set in. It was a pounding, blinding nightmare. Worse, there seemed to be no medical reason for it. Whitley was scared and I was just miserable. But then one of the residents asked me some very careful questions about it. Where was it? How had it started? Was it pulsing, throbbing? A number of questions like that. Then he said, ‘it’s a caffeine withdrawal headache.’ He said they could put caffeine in my IV or my husband could go down to a nearby Starbucks and get me a double espresso. I chose the espresso, and, incredibly, after no more than five minutes, it was gone!
You have brain surgery. You have a mysterious headache afterward. The doctors are stumped. You think, uh-oh, not espresso! But that’s what it turned out to be!
I have been told that many people are praying for me. I know that many churches in our home town of San Antonio have me in their prayers today. I want you all to know that I appreciate your prayers tremendously, and, just as I believe they helped me recover from my near-fatal brain hemorrhage in 2004, they are helping me now.
I have lost some more vision in my left eye, but I’m finding that my right eye is compensating and some occupational therapy will help that along. Aside from that, I’m still intact. Also, I dodged a real bullet. The aneurysm coiled in 2004 had returned to a dangerous state, and could easily have burst again, this time with very possibly fatal results.
Still, if anybody ever complains to me about anything I’ve gotten mixed up about or done wrong, I have a perfect excuse.
I would like to thank everybody for all the prayers and good wishes. Prayer is real, and it helps!