After a few visits from the nurse, who updated us on the surgery, I spotted the surgeon heading our way. I knew the results before he reached us. As he walked towards us, he gave himself away. He has a huge smile on his face. Not someone who was concerned or troubled at all. When he reach us, he shook my hand and patted me on the back. We went into a conference room to have our talk. Everything went well. No problems or unexpected events. She should recover quickly, with no new deficits or changes. It couldn't have been easier.
What a difference when you are lucky enough to get a surgeon that is so skilled and confident. Nothing wrong with our last surgeon, but this man was special. I give credit to our surgeon in Omaha, to recognize his limitations, and get Marie the help that she needed. We were very lucky.
When I saw Marie, I was blown away. She was awake and alert. There were no tubes coming out of her head, no large turban wrapping around and around. Part of her head was shaved and she had one small gauze like bandage covering the incision. I felt again like we didn't belong at MD Anderson, we were just lucky that they took Marie on as a patient.
Her it was Wednesday afternoon, the surgery was done, Marie was alert, everything was great. Obviously we were lucky, lucky, lucky.
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