Damn Gall Bladder

For once, I ended up in the ER for something unrelated to my brain – not that I enjoy being there at all. The only – ONLY! – nice thing about being in the hospital is the adjustable beds. That’s it. And maybe the dilaudid.

Apparently my paternal grandmother had her gall bladder out, but I don’t know if that matters genetically. We thought at first that the gall bladder attack/stones may be related to the Avastin infusions, but my oncologist said that it would’ve taken longer to develop the stones than I’ve been on the Avastin. 

Just lucky, I guess. :-/ Also, my oncologist put the halt on them removing my gall bladder because of the bleeding risk from the Avastin. So… I still have all of my organs.

And now I’m further restricted, which pisses me off the most. I wasn’t able to eat anything even mildly spicy to begin, and now I can’t have anything that isn’t low fat. They’re just trying to take away all of my fun.

I think it’ll be a good week before I get this tape residue off and before the iv bruise goes away (Not real pleased I even had to get an IV, but it was the wrong gauge needle in my port for CT contrast].

N. is a saint for always being right by my side, through all of this bullshit. Apparently having aggressive, incurable brain cancer isn't enough.

Just another day in paradise …

Fight like Hell. 

[Yesterday vs. August 2015]

One Month

One month ago, N. and I celebrated our very first wedding anniversary. We spent the day on the couch, eating Pizza Pit, and watching the Lego movie [as I had started to show signs of a swollen brain].

While it was not as we hoped four our first anniversary, there's still no one else I'd have by my side.

We had no idea that the following day I would be admitted to the hospital or that 2 days later I would have somewhat emergency brain surgery.

We had the "in sickness and in health" part of our vows covered during our first year of dating. We're being tested again, but I know right where we'll be. #KandNAlways

He's the love of my life, my rock, my tall drink of water ;) ... my husband. I made the best decision of my life that very hot day that we said "I Do."

And I would do it again. Every day. Forever.

[all photos copyright Simple Soul Photographs 2015]

Hospital Bag

When I got admitted to the hospital on the 27th, I honestly did not think that would be my next hospital stay. I thought for sure that my next hospital admission would be when N. and I were ready to have a baby, and I was in labor.

Yesterday I packed a very different hospital bag with a Fight Like Hell shirt ... a bag that I never thought I'd have to pack again.

But, here we are on the way to the hospital to get admitted for my #bigassbrainsurgery ...

Some day, it will be different. Some day, I will pack that special hospital bag for the first time.

When I say fight like hell, this is one of the things for which I'm fighting - a future that I know we will have.

Fight like hell.