I just got a message, my doctor has officially referred me to a neurosurgeon. I can barely believe it. It makes me think of, Dr. Ben Carson, who is the only neurosurgeon I am familiar with!
If you’ve not heard, I say an orthopedic surgeon this week. He told me that three of the vertebrae in my neck are fused together. They don’t move at all.
“I can’t believe you don’t have more headaches.”
“I would ignore them,” I said.
He can’t help me as far as his specialty goes. This is inoperable, but he did spend an hour of his time, outlining the gravity of my situation. He said I should see a neurosurgeon for a second opinion.
I just got the message, the referral has been made so of course, I put up a chart. It looks good.
It looks like they will operate on me, actually. I am not afraid of that.
It’s not my brain they are worried about. It’s sudden death when my artery is cut, because I fell or got in a car accident or a dog knocked my feet out from under me. That sounds scarier to me than being cut.
Also, if they are going to do it, I want them to do it fast. I actually have a worse problem, if you can believe that. So I need to get in there, get cut, get out, get up and get on with it. I may certainly be wrong, but this is what I think will happen. I just have a lot more work to do.
But if something bad does happen, I want to thank every single person who has ever supported me here. It’s been amazing, for seventeen years! I have no regrets at all.