Being More of an “Old Lady”

If you read THIS POST, you’ve already read about how when my now 27 year old son* was growing up, we had many, MANY conversations about sex, PMS, and babies, and more recently, a chat about menopause, and mood swings.
Because I am peri-menopausal.
Yup.
Officially old.
For about two years already.

Fokkit.

My cycle started going bezonkers in 2010 already, after being a perfect 25-day countdown for years, and its only gotten worse… I highly recommend downloading an app, BTW!

The forgetfulness, peri-menopausal the brain fog, is REAL!

So for about eighteen months I battled crazy night sweats – literally waking up with my pillowcase and my hair drenched with sweat. The sun went down, and I started sweating. I took to sleeping with a frozen 2L bottle of water at my feet, and our aircon was on ALL the time! My poor hubby!
And I was SUPER emotional for a while, but I think that has gotten better… I still cry almost every day over losing my daddy darling, and my precious Riddick – although that is real heartache over my loss, not just menopausal emotions…

The night sweats seem to have stopped, but they were replaced with hot flushes! Think of every cliche you’ve ever heard about hot flushes – they are spot-fucking-on! It feels like I’m blushing, but furiously! Thank goodness its short lived, but it happens several times a day and night! I literally strip my shirt off as fast as I can!

And just for fun, for about a month now, I’ve been battling little bouts of crazy lightheadedness and vertigo. Several times a day I get dizzy, to varying degrees. Sometimes its mild, but sometimes it feels like I am going to fall off my chair!
I think I would happily have the night sweats back if I could get rid of the dizziness!

All of it drives me nuts!

And I have to marvel at how life changes… Currently, “Aunt Flo” is the latest she has ever been – more than two weeks. My poor menstrual app has no idea what to tell me, and the other day my Glugster and I had a little chat about how we’d feel if we discovered we were going to have a baby.
The likelihood is zero – been there, done that, paid the specialists to tell us so – but we realised that its not what we want anymore. I mean, I’m going to be 45, the knucklehead is all grown up, AND we have ZERO medical aid this year! 😀

 

*What the hell!??! My son is heading for thirty!!!

When Brain Surgery Suddenly Seems Like a Good Idea… Part 3

Our knucklehead he was a little more mobile every day, and walking into ICU and seeing him sitting up on his own almost had me crying with joy. His PT and doc encouraged him to start walking and go a little further and further each time. He lucked out when he got a private room after his ICU stay – he could sleep to his hearts’ content with no noisy roommates or machines!
By day four it didn’t hurt so much to chew anymore, so he could have something other than soup and he was thrilled! He also asked for his laptop once he moved out of ICU ‘coz he said the hospital TV was boring. 
Dry shampoo spray was awesome as he wasn’t allowed to wet his surgery cut! He felt better and stronger every day, but he couldn’t go without pain killers for more than a few hours.
After 7 days in hospital, including 2.5 days in ICU, he was really glad to be home. He could at least “shower” on his own after needing help in the hospital, and we gave him a haircut to match the shaved square around his cut.

He was sore! So very sore! I cried myself to sleep a few times in the weeks following his surgery ‘coz my baby boy was in so much pain, and waking up in agony in the wee hours of the morning. And he got VERY bored, and his back hurt from walking funny because he was trying not to move his neck, and all I wished was to make it all better.  He wasn’t allowed to bend over, or lift anything heavier than 3kg, and a car ride was absolute torture for a good day afterwards – the involuntary movement of his neck in the car made him so sore!

The cut on the back of his head was 10cm long, and he had 17 stitches – they came out ten days after his op. How incredible was his progress over two weeks!

For those who have asked – his diving career did not cause or aggravate the condition. He was born with Chiari Malformation (we didn’t know it), and the syrinx in his spine has been growing for the last 20 years or so. And even with the Decompression surgery, he is not cured – there is no cure for Chiari Malformation and Syringmyelia – and he has a looong six months to a year ahead of him of taking it easy and recovering. And waiting and watching to see if the Syrinx in his spine shrinks enough – its this that caused the loss of sensation and pain in his arm and head.

He is so much better now, 111 days since his surgery.
He is still battling with a little pain behind his eye from Occipital Neuralgia, but it is much better than when he started regaining the feeling in his face and the back of his head. And whilst he has regained most of the feeling in his arm, neck, and face, the tips of his fingers are still numb. He has another MRI scheduled for the end of June, five months after his operation, so we can see just how much the syrinx has shrunk.
I am praying for a miracle…

What’s With the Towels?

People talk about the lost teaspoons.
You buy a pack of 12 at the supermarket- none of which match the other cutlery in your drawer- and about a year later, you’re stirring your coffee with a fork.

People talk about the missing socks.
You put two in the washing machine- only one comes out- and every few years you attempt to sort them, yet you’re loathe to throw them out.

And people talk about the magic of evaporating Tupperware lids.
You have tubs and lunch boxes of every shape and size, not one of which has a matching lid!

But nobody mentions…

The mysterious disappearing towels.

My son has a “set” of towels – not one of which we supplied him with. He studied and lived at SV, lived and worked in Mozambique, and then in Madagascar, and now he has several towels I don’t recognise.
Of the towels I had when I moved in with my darling Glugster about nine years ago, and the ones he already owned, we might have five left.
But we have “acquired” several other towels- in various shapes and sizes- none of which match, and I have no idea where they came from!

Is there some kind of bath towel exchange programme I don’t know about?

When Brain Surgery Suddenly Seems Like a Good Idea… Part 2

So the knucklehead has had the Chiari Decompression surgery.

He went into theatre at 11h30 on Friday morning, and they wheeled him out of recovery at about 16h30.

The procedure took about 4 hours, and my mommy darling and I spent the day at the hospital to wait.

He was asking for me as soon as he started coming around – very disoriented and scared and in a lot of pain.
It broke my heart to see my baby so afraid and so sore.
He grabbed my hand and refused to let go until we got to ICU, and then I had to wait outside while they hooked him up to everything. We were allowed to spend about 30 minutes with him after that, and then we had to leave and wait for the next visiting “hour” (its only 45 minutes long at night).

I saw the Neurosurgeon after he had checked on him in ICU, and he said he was happy with everything, and that he had been able to remove a smaller piece of the skull than he thought he would have to. This is great.

He is still in ICU, probably moving to a normal ward tomorrow. He’s in a lot of pain, but the BP cuff on his one arm has been removed, the oxygen tubes in his nose are out, one drip has been taken out, and the electronic pressure sock-things have been taken off his legs, so he’s a little more comfortable. When they move him tomorrow the catheter will come out and the arterial line will come out. The central line in his neck will stay in, just in case they need a drip.
Incredibly, he has already regained the feeling in his right arm and chest, in fact his skin is so sensitive he twitches at the slightest touch. Hopefully this will ease in time, and the crazy itch he used to get around his right eye has stopped.

He’ll be in hospital till about Friday, and he has several weeks of recovery ahead of him, but he’s better and stronger every time we see him. He’s arguing with me now, and wishing the ICU staff would just let him sleep! He has been able to sit up straight, and he’s gradually moving his head and neck a little more. 😀

We are exhausted from driving up and down to the hospital several times a day, thankfully I don’t have a lot of orders pending and I am going to keep it that way for a few weeks until he is properly okay on his own.

Thank you all for your love and prayers!

When Brain Surgery Suddenly Seems Like a Good Idea… Part 1

Never one to do things in small measures, is my knucklehead.

For a few weeks he had complained that his fingers were numb, and it quickly spread up his arm all the way to his neck and the side of his face.
We went to our usual doc, and she quickly referred us to a Neurologist. Thursday we saw the Neurologist, and she examined him and found he had lost feeling in his arm and chest, as low as T4. She was concerned so she sent us to book an MRI.

Friday morning he spent a couple of hours in the MRI, and the Neurologist phoned us a few hours later and said it was what she had suspected and she was going to try and get hold of a Neurolosurgeon. We went back on Monday morning for a quick chat with her so she could explain what the MRI showed.

The knucklehead has Chiari 1 Malformation and Syringomyelia.

In the simplest terms, it means that the base of his brain protrudes from his skull, putting pressure on the brain and spine.
He was born this way.
Some people can live with Chiari 1 and never need treatment – the complication for the knucklehead was the formation of a Syrinx inside his spinal column, which extends from the base of his brain to T8. This is a fluid filled cyst caused by the Chiari, and it has been growing in his spinal column for years. It is this cyst that is causing the loss of feeling.

We saw a Neurosurgeon on Tuesday, and he has booked the knucklehead for surgery on Friday afternoon. Its called a Decompression, and this will relieve the pressure on his brain and spine, and the Syrinx should then be reabsorbed over time. This takes months, and its different for everyone.
The important thing is stopping the progression of the nerve damage, and hoping for no further complications.

Its fucking scary. I am battling to keep my brain from spinning out of control because I have been reading up on it. My darling Glugster is my rock, and keeps me sane.

My precious knucklehead is like me. We tend to clam up and want to hide away when we’re dealing with something big and scary.

I am terrified. We are terrified.