Finally, today came. My appointment with the neurosurgeon, a 3 hour drive from my house.
I told my daughter that if I didn't get an answer, I might be looking to jump off the Tappanzee bridge, but look at all this traffic, in the rain. Both would make jumping very difficult.
Anyway, forget the jumping. In spite of a couple of really rough days, I am not ready to jump.
Before my appointment, we went to Whole Foods, one of my favorite places. I had brought my cooler bag with me, and then we ate lunch there.
I am so lucky .....and grateful for my family. They mean so much to me.
They mean everything.
Then after struggling to get there, through tons of construction, we made it to the waiting room.
I will not lie. My nerves were fried.
The doctor I came to see has incredible credentials, but you would have to have to do what he does.
He had the MRI of my head on a huge screen behind his desk, and he pointed out the Chiari Malformation.
One of my sweet daughters, I have three, asked him how mine compared to others he had seen.
He said, "Oh, this is the REAL MCCOY."
Uh, wait a minute.........what?????
Anyway, he explained it all, and bottom line is what I thought, this can be fixed. I might not have a good time, but I will most likely enjoy the outcome.
He still has me getting more films of my neck, since it seems that my neuro exam showed that I have a compression of my spinal cord....and he wants to know where.
Bad news: no headache relief until surgery. So I have to get through the necessary steps, and then we'll get to that.
Maybe it will be my Christmas present.
Pain relief. Don't bother with the gift wrap. I'll take it straight up.