It's been close to five years since I had my tumor removed. I thought I was doing pretty well until (yet another) "discussion" with my husband about my SSD, my lack of coordination, and pretty much everything relating to having my skull blob poked at. I've decided it's time to reach out to others who've dealt with similar circumstances, if for no other reason than to have supporting evidence I can throw at him.
A little background- According to my Neurosurgeon (He's mine! You can't have him! I love him sooo much...J/K, I'll share), I am the youngest person to have the largest schwannoma. Luckily it was benign- an orange sized mass in my head was wreaking enough havoc on the rest of my cerebral occupants. I was 24 when they discovered it. The only reason it was found in the first place was because I died. Twice. (But I'm stubborn) I was flight-for-lifed to UW-Madison where the docs assumed I would be brain dead (Dying twice in 15 minutes has that side effect, I guess). Luckily, I had other plans.
I was only in the hospital for about three weeks (most expensive hotel EVER!)- most of that was spent in the Neuro-ICU. Not a fun place when once is aware of all the death surrounding them. But my mum brought my my DS and Pokemon...So at least I had that. I was
unleashed released after one night in the general care rooms....I think I annoyed them with all my demanding to leave. Left in a wheel chair, entered home with a walker, and promptly set about to switching to a cane (and subsequently dumping that ASAP).
I lived at home while I finished recovering- with daily walks up the (rediculously steep) country driveway with my dad and yummy mom cooking....And a physical therapist like a drill sargent- it was only a month before I was declared healthy enough to do normal people things again. Without the d... cane (Although it was a stellar ankle-thwaping weapon).
It's been relatively easy to get back into a sembalence of normalicy, and I acknowledge that I've been crazy lucky to escape as unscathed as I am. I do have complete deafness on my right side as well as a slight lag to my entire right half. I dont run anymore (although I think that's just the lazy)- what good is running when you could well be running TOWARD the terrible sound? My flight-or-fight response have changed to a "come at me, bro" response.
I have been left with some rather unfortunate "mental" issues, as well. I've been diagnosed with depression (Both situational and clinical), from both a lack of counciling after I had to write my will at 24 AND from a delightful little chemical imbalance resulting from having people fondling my gray matter. I've also found that the tumor squashed more than just my brain, but also my....drive. I've apparently as much desire as a panda (ie: none). A bit frustrating, especially since there's nothing to help that. And the issues stemming from that then, of course, feed right back into the depression......
I've decided it's time to maybe talk to other's who have at least had similar experiances. Trying to find true understanding in those who have never had to deal with these unique sets of circumstances is...frustrating at least.
I hope to find at least a little insight in here and do hope I at least made you smile a little. After all, if you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to be very boring.