Showing posts with label pre-op. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pre-op. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Instrumented Tina ready for MRI

These pictures are from about 7:20 this morning after the surgeon had applied the "fiducials" to Tina's head (10, I think) prior to the pre-op MRI scan. These are used as benchmarks for the surgery that allow for 3-d mapping with the MRI scan data. The data gathered are used to help control the depth and location of instruments during the actual procedure...and we all want that done accurately. The MRI took about 45 minutes.

She was informed by the surgeon that she will come out with a permanent titanium plate that is non-magnetic and will allow follow-on MRIs and should not trigger most airport screening machines. Tina will certainly put that later assertion to the test!

As you can see, Tina was in high spirits and joshing with the hospital staff despite the daunting experience ahead of her. As she does in so many settings, our Tina made friends with all the staff along the way and lightened everyone's load.



Saran wrap? That's not the Walker way

Yesterday, mum got a bracelet with her blood type information on it. (We banked blood, so that if the surgeon decides she needs some, they'll have it ready to send into the O.R., and they'll match the bracelet up to the blood to make sure they have the right type.)


Since she got it so far in advance of the surgery, they advised her to cover it with saran wrap so she could shower.

However, Papa didn't think that would do. The Walker Method. Please observe the "high cost sealing gasket" (aka "rubber band") courtesy of the News-Gazette.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Tuesday's Report (Sept 9)

Well, Wednesday is upon us. The classes are handed off to able hands. Projects are buttoned up and on hold. Shea is working on technical support for communication and diversions. Kearney has arrived and performed a ferocious clutter patrol and is generally bringing peace and order. Law school friends are tending the dogs. Now, all our attention is on health.

I have something to help me sleep, and have taken it. We report at 6:15 a.m. The "facilitators" (markers) are placed by the surgeon at 7 a.m. That takes around half an hour, and then there's an hour of MRI to create images for the "stealth-guided surgery." The operation itself is scheduled to start around 8:30 a.m. Blood has been banked. Michael and the girls will be in the surgical waiting room at Carle with their cellphones and wireless to communicate. Carle has a surgical liaison nurse who travels the operating rooms and provides periodic reports.

With a mixture of relief and apprehension, and floating on the amazing love and support you provide, we're moving into the active part of this adventure.

I am profoundly grateful for what all of you have and are doing for us. We are sustained by it.

The fear, of course, is that what defines me will be diminished (or worse) by this experience. I don't anticipate that outcome. None of us do, but we'd be foolish not to admit it exists and to be afraid of it. Having done that, though, we're focusing on other things, including the vastly more likely positive outcomes, even if it takes some time and work to get to them. None of us are afraid of hard work, and we know we have what it takes to do it, so sign us up. The exciting part will be learning how many of the symptoms of recent years were tumor-related and to relishing life without them again.

Stay tuned for developments, which Kearney, Anna Shea and Michael will bring to you. I am looking forward to resuming the narrative personally. You know that I have an intense drive to communicate with you and will as soon as it's feasible.

My love and thanks to everyone. See you on the other side of this.

Tina

Monday's report (Sept 8)

The people are winning and the tumor is losing.

First, the tumor's score: energy levels (low), coherence (declining), balance (bad), uncertainty (wearing), headache (constant) etc. It's clearly past time for this unwanted and uninvited interloper to be gone. As the symptoms continue to accelerate, we're all glad to be approaching Wednesday, even if sometimes the time seems to be dragging and other times it's accelerating in uncomfortable ways. Please note that we're being very fair and not attributing the insomnia to the tumor, as that's pretty clearly just generalized anxiety and not a physical manifestation.

The people, though, are without question winning. West-Coast yesterday said "People like us whose identities come from being smart ought to get tumors on our toes, or something." We're all still smiling about that.

There's lots to smile about: the constant stream of positive thoughts and gestures, the generosity of the people covering my classes to the grace of the students in dealing with strangers parachuting into their just-started classes, the task-oriented friends who jumped in to needed items--like the keynote speech for a local conference I was to give on Sunday afternoon and could not, that got covered on 24-hours notice, the thoughtfulness all around for softening the edges of this experience from deeply expert medical advice to hospital garb to chocolate to diversions to positive outcome stories. People are giving of themselves. We're struck by how much they are each giving from their strengths in ways that buttress our weaknesses right now. How lucky are we to have lives full of so many truly fine people.

Meanwhile, we completed a bunch of the necessary nuts-n-bolts stuff today, including insurance clearance, hospital registration, baseline MRI, etc. Most of the MRI process was fine, with lots of thoughtful aspects from the clear explanations/directions and warnings to the washcloth over the eyes to reduce the visual effects (the big sky/cloud picture on the ceiling outside the machine was nice, too). Only the last seven or eight minutes of the 40-minute experience were hard, with the volume and vibration finally leaving me quite anxious. Tomorrow brings the pre-op physical, meeting with the anesthesiologist and lab tests. On the list of tomorrow's questions are whether there's a way to combat the left-over MRI anxiety/blood pressure-pulse acceleration as I go into Wednesday's surgery-prep MRI for the "stealth" images. For those interested in that sort of thing, there are some interesting pictures posted of a craniotomy (the operation I'm having) to remove a meningioma (though in a different place than mine and smaller in total) from 2005 posted at http://www.flickr.com/photos/woodcreeper/sets/598206/

In the vein of "certainly not essential, but grabbing a thought here and there nonetheless," our surgeon says he only shaves the incision, not the full head. Valiantly, Richard-haircutter fit us in on Saturday and crafted a haircut that leaves the top long and sides short, in the hopes that there will be a covering-over effect later from my curly hair. Generously, he is standing by to come back and mess with it when we know more about where the actual incision is, how big and how wide. We understand (more to come in Tuesday's pre-op meetings) that the scalp is sort of peeled back and then rolled back out (like sod?), hair and all after all the inside nipping-and-tucking and restoration of skull is done. No clue if our current approach is anywhere near plausible, but like so many other things, we can choose to be curious and interested or fretted, and we're going with "let's see!"

We continue to be impressed by the quality of the humanity we encounter at the clinic and hospital. Here's a tiny indicator: in all our many comings and goings from the parking garage and moving around inside the clinic/hospital complex, every single Carle staff member defers to patients by holding doors and standing back at pinch-points and elevators. We're guessing it has to be a point in training and the utter consistency of it is pretty impressive. Growing out of those observations, Kearney and I decided to institute a project to help us feel in like we're acting as much as being acted upon in this situation. We're going to start a running log, consistent with Atul Gawande's admonition to "count things" in his book “Better”. (Short version: he has an epilogue to doctors for how to become "positive deviants," suggestions for making a worthy difference in the world. He says "if you count something you find interesting, you will learn something interesting." Seems persuasive to us, not to mention the lovely distraction.) We started our log today, and are going to print up a grid to tape to the back of our hospital notebook, for easy access, that records:

1) does each person introduce him or herself to us?
2) does each put on clean gloves and/or wash hands?
3) how much real listening to us took place in the interaction?
4) how clear were the instructions and communications?
5) how helpful were they, given where we were at the moment and the current goal was?

We'll probably use a 5-point scale just to keep track and put some discipline in our efforts. We figure this will give us a diversion, some insights and a more grounded sense than our impressions that are buffeted by the surreal circumstances. There's so much uncertainty and unknown, which is, of course, for us control-oriented folks, part of the cost, isn't it? Since it's not research, not funded and not designed to contribute to generalized knowledge, and simply a way for us to organize our deeply personal experience.... well, those of you who have been following the IRB study group saga will get the point. Plus, it dovetails with the medical communication training our Art of Medical Communication group has been working on, so it has some nice synchronicities. We started our tally today and it's already growing in an interesting way. We'll report on it as we go along--if we find that it's sustainable as we envision it. Otherwise, we'll just pretend it never happened and quietly drop it by the wayside.

With echoes of that long-ago refrain by Dr. Donnie (Don Bitzer to the non-PLATO folks out there) in some other trying times, we just all say to ourselves, "we'll know more next week." It will be good to get through the uncertainty and be able to concentrate on the real stuff, including challenges we can meet head on. Stay tuned, and thank you for your caring, positive thinking and for being our friends.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

The Beginning

Outwardly, this adventure began Sunday August 24, when I had a headache severe enough to take me to the emergency room. In consultation with the ER doctor, and after the pain seemed to subside with decongestants and analgesics, Michael and I decided that it was likely a sinus headache and that the offered CAT scan would be overkill. The ER doctor concurred, though her advice was to see our family doctor if it didn't go away completely. It didn't, so we did. On Wednesday August 27 we saw him and discussed the possibilities. In particular, Anna Shea came home from camp with a bug that had made Michael miserable and there were other viruses running around town with the beginning of the semester. He altered the decongestant and pain prescriptions and we agreed to give that a few days. I was still feeling crummy after Labor Day and called his office that Tuesday whereupon he ordered a CAT scan, just to be safe. By the time of the scheduled scan on Thursday, I was feeling enough better that it seemed wasteful to follow through, so I was inclined to cancel; Michael advocated for going through with it, so we did.

After the scan, they had me wait while it was read to assure it was a solid scan and didn't require a re-do. I was then called into a back room to take a phone call from my family practice doctor to discus the results. He told me then that the scan revealed a large mass in the left parietal region of my brain, large enough to be causing "chronic mass effect." Given the shape and placement, he and the radiologist and neurosurgeon (with whom he'd been talking on the phone while they all looked at the image over their network) believed it to be benign, but also that it was large enough that it needed to come out right away. (I wrote down that that it wasn't a huge rush, that any time in the next week would be fine timing for removal.) The reason for the quick action is that it is quite large, 7 cm X 4 cm and putting pressure on my brain. It shows in multiple of the CAT scan “slices”, suggesting that not only is it large at the top, but also deep. It's a meningioma, which is actually not IN the brain, but on the lining, which is very good news. From the imaging they've done so far, it does not appear to be entangled in the brain. Although Michael got the picture instantly, it took about two hours for me to realize that all these words meant that I had a brain tumor. That timing was fine, in retrospect, as it allowed me to process in smaller chunks.

We are told that meningiomas are distinctive in appearance, with clearly defined edges and a shape make them susceptible to clean removal, and that mine is a "classic" meningioma, which is encouraging. Meningiomas are the most common brain tumors, very slow growing, and eminently curable. We have read that 2-3% of autopsies reveal meningiomas that have been non-symptomatic. Many are revealed through scans performed (we guess) for other reasons, and those that are small (2-3 cm) are often just watched so long as they are non-symptomatic. Since mine is both large and symptomatic, it needs to go. It will be tested after surgery to assure that it is, in fact, benign. We are told that these tumors are rarely secondary appearances of other tumors that have spread. A couple of good sites for those who want more information are: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/meningioma/DS00901 and http://www.brighamandwomens.org/neurosurgery/Meningioma/Meningiomafacts.aspx.

As we mull things over, it's pretty clear that I have been symptomatic for some time, but that we didn't put the whole picture together, since it all developed so slowly. When I told the nurse in neurosurgery (as she and her colleagues were heroically getting insurance clearances, scheduling pre-op appointments and getting me onto the operating schedule on very short notice, all with remarkable good cheer and charm), that we had considered canceling the CAT scan, she smiled. She said: "You'd have been back soon anyway!" One interesting comment she made is that it probably did feel like a sinus headache: there was pressure in my head, it just wasn't in my sinuses.

Over the last year or so, I have had repeated instances of not being able to summon up the precise word I was seeking. I didn't really feel “right” all summer. I have been chalking this up to senior moments and viruses, respectively. I've been coping in various ways. For example, I've been having balance problems for some time, that were greatly improved through doing strength and balance training--until the last few weeks, when I've gotten pretty wobbly again.

Other symptoms I have had include two incidents after our return from France on August 10 when I could not type, even though my fingers were properly placed on the keyboard and I knew what keys I wanted to type. These were both disconcerting events, as I have been typing proficiently since I was about 13 and my father forced me to take a typing class in summer school. (I have since been grateful, though wasn't remotely at the time. Score one for parental wisdom even when disliked.) I am also now having some difficulty with handwriting. Anyway, the list goes on, and we're most interested to see how many ARE artifacts of aging and how many might be symptomatic of the tumor. We'll know more when it's gone, to which we look forward.

Friends from here and around the country have provided instant, caring and expert advice leading us to our decision to have the surgery right away, and in town with the surgeon who has been very strongly recommended. We're in everyone's debt not only for that advice and guidance, but also for overwhelming support and help, from stepping in to cover my classes, to calling, writing and making incredibly moving, thoughtful expressions of support. You know who you are!

I will have pre-op tests on Monday and Tuesday, including a baseline MRI and a physical. I'll then report Wednesday morning at 5:30 for a final MRI to compile a brain image to use as a roadmap in the “stealth guided surgery”. It will include placement of "fiducials" to mark specific places on the skull. ( see http://www.neurospinewi.com/newsletters/stealthsystem.html for some details) We understand that all should be ready for that MRI to begin about 7 a.m. Wednesday, with surgery thereafter lasting about four hours.

We're very optimistic and we feel really good about the medical team, the prognosis and everything. While it's pretty weird to be in this situation--I don't FEEL like a person with a brain tumor--given that we're here, things are in good shape. When I told a dear friend that I feel betrayed by my brain, she said that it might be a betrayal by my brain, but it isn't by my mind. That seems like a pretty good distinction to keep hold of.

Michael, Kearney and Anna Shea will now take over this saga and keep you all informed about how it's going until I get home from the hospital. We are expecting one day in the ICU and "several" in the hospital. The recovery period could go very quickly, and I should be able to be back to teaching in a couple of weeks if there are no complications. I've cancelled September speaking obligations and we'll wait to see about October events until we have a sense for my strength and energy levels.

Thank you for all your caring. We are grateful and we look forward to finishing this story and getting back to our regularly scheduled and fulfilling friendships, occupations and diversions.