You know I never have asked the size of my orginal tumor, it just never occured to me but I remember clearly looking at it on the computer.....it was like this one here onebadass posted.......I should ask for a copy of my surgical report and see what it actually measured when they got in there.
It's funny, you would think as a nurse I would have asked all kinds of questions....I didn't, I didn't want to know. I remember very clearly looking at the image on the screen, saying "holy *&#*, I'm dead meat" (or something to that effect) the tech. handing me my neurologists phone number and calling him ,he was waiting for the call, apparenly he knew about the AN basically all day due to a test done earlier in the day and got the MRI scheduled Stat. and had the hospital staff make me stay for it I was tired and kept saying forget it I'm going home and then kept saying "just wait another hour and we'll have you in, it's scheduled for next week but if you stay we'll save you the trip next week". By the time I knew about the tumor my parents had already been told, the various neurosurg.'s around the city called to see who could do it the soonest (before I was dead) etc. When I went to see the surgeon the next week I really didn't hear much after he said "dead in a short time" to my asking if this could wait (or I might of said what if I don't have surgery), and him saying that I might not be able to walk/talk after surgery and might need to go to a rehab hospital for a few months. I don't even remember signing the surgical consent, I don't remember being told I would loose my hearing etc., I barely remember the ride home in the subway with my Dad. I clearly remember the fear....as a nurse I knew a lot and that was scarey.
Kathleen
