More thanks to Mike from the ANA forum for telling me about this hilarious video on YouTube. Literally laughed out loud while I was watching. Hope it brings all of you AN patients and families a little ray of sunshine!
Apologies for the delay in getting this post up. Between traveling from Ecuador, my best friend's wedding, returning to Ecuador, and promptly getting sick, I didn't have the opportunity until tonight to type up a proper entry. I promised that I would write at least one last entry following my one year MRI to "conclude," one way or another, what began over a year ago on a cold February morning. I won't lie. In the days leading up to my MRI, my nights were filled with visions of Dr. Woodson walking through the door of my exam room, my MRI results in her hand. Sometimes she would be smiling and congratulating me on making it through the year tumor-free, and other times her somber face would appear as she gently explained that I would have to go back under the knife. I tried not to dwell on either outcome knowing that no matter how much I imagined one or the other, it would do little to affect the cells growing or not growing in my head. Strangely, in spite of al...
I know I've already described what I look like post-surgery but, as the saying goes, the picture is worth a whole lot more. Below are a few snapshots of my various and sundry "battle scars" from going down a round with Iggy. The inside of my right arm. The docs decided this was either from the IV or how I was positioned during surgery. This little guy my mom found on my left ear after surgery. (We also found a matching one on my tailbone.) Again, the docs figured it was because I was lying on it for so long. The incision on my right hip from the fat graft measuring 2 inches And the Big Kahuna itself, also measuring 2 inches wide and running from forehead to nape Soo...hair styling ideas anyone? :)
I'll admit I've been pretty camera-shy since my surgery. Even though my friends and family are convinced my face looks normal and that my facial weakness is "barely noticeable," I've still refrained from all photo-ops. It's one thing to feel like yourself and another thing entirely to look in the mirror or at a photograph and wonder where you're face went. And then I got my smile back. I've already gushed about how excited I was (and still am!) that I could now flash a toothy grin with the best of them. I finally didn't care that my right eye was still a little dysfunctional or that I was rockin' a crazy hairdo. I could smile again and things were alright with the world. Liz, a fellow AN-er and faithful reader of Awkward Turtles, requested that I post a picture of said smile. So, Liz, this one's for you. I continue to wish you all the best with your upcoming surgery and hope this entry serves as a happy reminder that you'l...
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