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today I was outside for the first time since I returned home. The one trip to the doctor's office last week not included.
Things are going very slow for me. Concentration is difficult to find, when I go online I mis-type things on the keyboard. When i read the daily newspaper, I need a break after only a few minutes. But that is also because my right eye is almost blind since the surgery. Hopes are the optical nerve will recover within the upcoming months, but only time will tell.
So there.
I'm bound to lie on the couch most of the time. I must take things slow. No activity that will have my blood pressure rise at all. The surgery was done through my nose into my brain, so there has been created a hole. that needs to heal for 4-6 weeks at the least. No sneezing (go figure), no bending down at all, no sudden adrenaline rush (read: no watching U2, seriously. tried once and got dizzy instantly, fake!romantic incident). I must not bang my head against anything because of that healing hole, so since I see nothing on the right side, I'm creeping along the walls in here with my hands preventing me from bumping into doorframes etc.
The physical part is another topic. They took me down to zero with that surgery, so I'm starting all new. No motoric problems, God bless I'm alright there. But the simple act of walking from the living room to the kitchen, get my cup of tea and return to the couch leaves me drenched in sweat. Starting anew. Training every day. So today I was outside in the crispy spring air for the first time, on the patio. I sat down on the stone steps and enjoyed the warm sun for a few minutes. I never ever really felt it that way. A gift, the gift of life. All has changed. A ray of sunlight is worth so much now.
My mind is beginning to bring up the images, the scenes, the memories, the feelings, the scares, the horror of the whole experience now. The past two nights I lay awake in my bed upstairs, and everything has been coming back. The fear, the smells in hospital, the feeling of being utterly helpless while strangers tore things in and out of my body, everything.... the man who awfully died next to me during the endless night on intensive care. Everything. Maybe that is the way the human mind works. I need to face all this now, I feel I have to. I need to talk about it or write it down, somehow. The fear was immense and it still is, A powerful chapter of my life. No thanks to the one who is writing my story- you could have left this one out.
Whatever I'm trying to say. I guess I just need to type things down now as they come. Only 19 days ago it all happened. Still a long way to go. in 3 weeks the first check-ups of my eyesight and hormone levels (blood pressure etc included) will come up. A first MRI of my brain 3 months after surgery, so in the first week of June. This one will tell if I'll be good or not. They couldn't take out all of the tumour, as it's wound around some arteriae the surgeons didn't dare to touch. In June I will know more. I'm planning to get as good until then as possible. And only after the MRI I will dare to start and make new plans with my life, depending on what the results then will be.
Life is so precious. I thought I'd already known that. But only now do I know

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