|My fabola spine guy, Doc Jean-Valery Coumans|
~ Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear
I met my ace back cutter yesterday morning. I’m on the schedge now for first berth Friday morning, August 7th. My understanding, from our convo, is that the incision will be half the size of my last spine fry up – 4” (more of less) versus 8." This means less post op screaming pain.
Stands to reason AND I motherfucking HOPE.
This is ducky as all hell BUT I just noticed, located two vertebra down from the soon to be gone, chubbed up rat bastard, another dastardly meningioma. If I’m IDing this blob correctly, should it come out now as well? Wouldn’t it save time and effort to snip that fucker out now versus, possibly, next year?
Yes, if this is a thing, my incision will be longer, recovery harder and more painful but, SHEESH, been there/done that – I can visit that hellscape again. I’d just like to get as many of these little monsters outta me bod as I can – sooner the better.
I wish I’d noticed blob #2 while in the office yesterday BUT I can always email the office today. This is why I like looking at my actual films. I can see the weasel-fucking tumors, get a good sense of my internal geography, ask a zillion questions and gain understanding.
Grokking the landscape, knowing the sitch is calming. Despite the fact that I rarely achieve it, calm is cool. I like calm.