Last week, after nearly a week in the hospital and what felt like a million roadblocks, Doc finally had the procedure to implant the shunt in his brain that will drain the cerebral spinal fluid that has been sloshing around up there for who knows how long.
Some things to note:
1. If someone tells you no, and you aren't sure they're correct, ask why. Get opinions. Make a scene. If we had not done all of that, Doc never would have had the surgery that has changed his life.
2. Doc is now bald. Like, totally. They shaved his head on one side for the shunt, so we shaved the other. He looks great bald. I'm totally amazed. He has now decided that he wants a beard. With any luck, he'll look like this:
3. He goes back to work tomorrow. I am so nervous, and I think he is too. Some people have gone out of their way to help and make sure that things go smoothly tomorrow, but who knows how it will work out. I think he's tired of being bored, though, and he's ready to go back to work.
4. I am thankful. So very thankful. He was miserable before. It was like someone stole the happy right out of his heart. He wants more out of life, and now that he is able to walk and stand freely on his own, I think he feels like he will get it. This brings me all the happy haps.
So, you know, here we go. Here's to my fingers crossed and things being better than before for him. He deserves all of it, and I'm so glad that we were persistent and didn't take no for an answer. He taught me to be a spitfire. I don't think he ever realized I would be using it to his advantage.
As always, it's hip to be square (and determined!), kids.