Thursday, April 12, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Miss Molly and a Brain Tumor
This is Miss Molly a 6 and a half MONTH old english mastiff that felt like crawling on my lap the other day. She's lovely but rather heavy. Other than Annie she's my favorite dog right now ... sorry Jackson, my love for you is hit or miss and completely dependent on whether my shoes have slobber on them.
I had a 30 year old woman w/ a brain tumor come in to the ER the other day. She had a H/A and ended up getting a craniotomy and most of her R frontal brain removed. She has 3 kids. It's likely cancerous but we removed a lot ... I mean a lot of brain tissue ... so hopefully she has a chance for a good 5-10 years. She was so nice and she looked really good w/ a shaved head. You could see her fear though, always there in her eyes. I took her staples out yesterday and she looked happy. I'm glad she's optimistic, that's the best way to be in this kind of situation. It makes you think about family and wonder at how lucky we all are to be healthy, how precious that is.
I had a 30 year old woman w/ a brain tumor come in to the ER the other day. She had a H/A and ended up getting a craniotomy and most of her R frontal brain removed. She has 3 kids. It's likely cancerous but we removed a lot ... I mean a lot of brain tissue ... so hopefully she has a chance for a good 5-10 years. She was so nice and she looked really good w/ a shaved head. You could see her fear though, always there in her eyes. I took her staples out yesterday and she looked happy. I'm glad she's optimistic, that's the best way to be in this kind of situation. It makes you think about family and wonder at how lucky we all are to be healthy, how precious that is.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Tuesday night
It's only Tuesday night. If only it were the weekend and I could sleep in tomorrow. Sometimes it is just hard to breathe. I should probably fold laundry tonight but I won't. My grandmother would shoot me to the moon if she saw my wrinkled clothes.
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