The same day my formal notification came to say that my drivers license is about to expire, I understood that I would not be legally allowed to drive for at least a year. Ho hum. I am slow to comprehend my new limitations. Much of the three weeks in San Jose remain lost to me – I was unconscious. My husband repeats what happened and it seems like a fresh story each time. The after effects of the brain seizures leave me confused so I need to go back to, “and why do I need to do this?”
I use a cane when I walk outside. I don’t walk my dog. I do physical therapy every day. I sleep 12-18 hours a day. I always want to lie down. I am confused often (“Can you repeat that please.”) I must take a drug for the rest of my life that triggers such exhaustion. I am a brain seizure patient.
Yesterday a hospital visit led to a paracentesis where 3+ cancerous liters were drained from my belly losing 8 pounds and offering much immediate relief by removing from my list of woes an inability to eat or drink, significant constant GI distress and lower back pain.
I await my actual treatment plan for my cancer. I am too tired for emotions. And now I shall take a little nap.
Thank you for my friend Holly masterminding the maneuvers and my husband for coping with way too much while I sleep. Sleeping = Recovery.