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For those who wonder what is an "aeranth"?  Created by a man by the name of George MacDonald who wrote fantasy stories in the mid-1800's, aeranth is found in the story of the golden key. It is described as a metamorphed air fish - a beautiful creature with rainbow colored feathers who swims though the air. aeranth's highest honor is to be of nourishment to a human.

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Whale ~ Record Keeper

This is my story of my most recent journey with cancer. Just for the record.

"It's a Tumor! It's not a Tumor!"  ~ Kindergarten Cop, 1990

Your Crown Chakra is governed by the astrological sign Cancer. For several years, I have noticed that when breathing and clearing out my chakras, there seemed to be a block on the middle right of my crown. For even more years, I have been plagued with migraine headaches. One was so bad, I remember asking Jody to just shoot me now. That headache lasted two full days and nights. It was the one time I had to cancel an appointment at work. I also had some other strange things happen over the years. My left eye went bonkers once with a haze and almost blind but then cleared up within 40 minutes so I just thought it was stress. My face would go numb on the right side from my cheek to the lips, jaw and chin. Felt like pins and needles and then would be fine. I figured there was a pinched nerve in my neck or something.

The summer before my fiftieth year the hot sweats/flashes started. They got worst and worst to where they were about six or seven an hour and I got no sleep. I would wake up in a panic and during the day, it got so bad that I was panicking all the time waiting for the next one and hoping and praying that I would not pass out. When I turned fifty in the fall, it was time to go to the doctor for a full check up so they say. As I was on the state system (a story for another time), I headed off to see Dr. Tooley. I had not been to a doctor for about twelve years. I talked to him about the hot sweats/flashes and he pretty much said it was menopause and that he didn't recommend any hormones ~ only some herbs that help. I tried to explain to him that they were really, really bad and that I thought it was something else like an infection but he didn't listen. So, after all the blood tests came back, all that was wrong was my blood sugar was high which explained a lot. It was decided to try to control it with diet and go back after a month for another test. Shortly after, I ended up with a slight upper respiratory infection so I went back for an antibiotic. (Probably got it the first time I went in to the doctor.) I took the antibiotics and my hot sweats/flashes subsided substantially.

Well, the blood sugar didn't come down no matter what I did so it was decided that I would take "Metforman" to control it. It made me so sick that I laid on the couch for ten days straight and then decided not to take it anymore. I saw Wayne Dyer on Oprah that last day and he talked about watching your sugar intake. So I tried that for a while and was feeling pretty good. Went back to doctor. Lets try "Glypisyde".  Pharmacist told me how to take it. Tried it for three days. Felt really hungry ALL THE TIME. Couldn't handle that either so stopped taking it.

Around this time, I noticed this little lump on my head. About the size of a quarter. I thought it was a cyst or something so I played with it and put stuff on it. It didn't really hurt until I played with it. During one of the visits with Dr. Tooley, I asked him to check it out and he thought a cyst as well but go to the dermatologist to find out. Found one just down the street (the three that Dr. Tooley had given me were not on my plan so I had to find them out for myself). The nurse practitioner that I saw said that she didn't know what it was either but to just watch it for now and don't play with it. It got bigger and bigger until it was the size of one half of a ping pong ball. Didn't hurt but there was pressure and sometimes felt squishy (like a cyst). Went back to the dermatologist. Everyone looked a little panicked this time. They had to get me right in to the Doctor. Appointment made to see Dr. Hu. What I didn't know was that the appointment was for the actual surgery to lance the cyst. Okay then, I thought I was just going to see the doctor for a prognosis. Silly me! Dr. Hu came in and said, "I can't cut into this, I don't know what is in there! Might be bone." Duh! Wait! BONE!?! Then came the CT scan. Wow, can't really tell. How about an MRI? Yeah, there is something there, looks like a mass on top of the skull and under the skull. Don't know what it is.... Need a neurosurgeon.

So, Jody has a friend who had a brain tumor the size of your fist and had it removed by Dr. Sanan. I called my plan and sure enough, Dr. Sanan is on my plan so I called him up. Yes, he is taking new patients. He called on a Friday night to say he would take my case. Two weeks later, I was in his office and sure enough, he didn't know what it was either. We did know that it was pinching off the main vein that ran down between the two hemispheres of the brain and supplied most of the blood to the brain. He wouldn't be able to tell much more until he got in there but one thing is for sure, if you mess with the vein, it could mean death. As things seemed stable, we could postpone the surgery even a month or two. I opted to get it over with so it was scheduled for February tenth. I should be in the hospital for about four days.  (What I didn't realize until later was that he was hinting to give me time to get my "things in order" just in case something went wrong.)

I went in at eight o'clock that morning ~ surgery was scheduled for ten o'clock. It was a Wednesday morning and I remember thinking that was funny as I was born on a Wednesday. Anyway, the anesthesiologist seemed nice and told me how far they had come since I last had a surgery (nothing like it used to be). Two days later, I wish I could have remembered his name so I could have kicked him in the ass. I never felt so bad as I did coming out of that surgery. I remember seeing the clock as they rolled me in to ICU and it read six o'clock. I had been out for eight hours? How could that be? The surgery was only scheduled for four hours. I think I awoke sometime before that but I don't remember for sure. There was my mom with the most horrid look on her face and Jody who just looked worried. I must have been a sight with all the tubes and I'm sure my face didn't look very good either. I had told my mom to go to work that day and not worry about things. I didn't want her to just sit at the hospital and worry. After all, there were much more pleasant things to do to keep her mind occupied. But I guess she thought it was the motherly thing to do. It just still breaks my heart thinking about it.

That night and into the next day and night were challenging to say the least. I told them no morphine, so what do you think they gave me? morphine. They would give me something to counter the heaving. Didn't work. So I said no to the morphine and I don't really recall being in that much pain but the machine that they had me hooked up to said something else. So they would give me the morphine and the other drug and before the nurse hit the door, I was heaving and heaving. Lucky (?) for me, I hadn't eaten so there was nothing to come up but the violent heaving and falling back down on the pillows could not have been good for my head. When your blood pressure or your heart rate does funny things, the machine goes off and the nurse comes in and tells you to breath. I kept forgetting to breath.

They were giving me the Glypisyde while I was there to keep my blood sugar down. They took readings every so often. I guess they were okay. So they knew that I was diabetic and still the food they gave me was for a normal diet not diabetic. It tasted like they poured sugar in everything on the plate. If it weren't for one nurse named Mark, I would have starved. He brought me an orange, some milk and an apple juice that was a little bit sweet but it was okay. He was a life saver! The orange was really really good.

I did not talk to Dr. Sanan until the evening of the next day after the surgery. I heard from Jody later that when Dr. Sanan came out of surgery two hours after it was supposed to be over, he looked very worried and didn't have answers even then. He said that nobody knew what the tumor was and he was waiting to get the diagnosis that it might be some kind of Lymphoma. I thought, "Lymphoma in your head? Huh? How could that be?" and decided not to worry about it until we knew for sure. Found out that the tumor had eaten away at my skull so they had to put some mess over the hole.

Earlier on the second day, the nurse came in and said that I was to have an MRI and did I think I could lay in the tube for twenty-five to thirty minutes? At that point, I was still doing the heaving thing and I panicked. The machines went wild! Um, not today! I think it was the second day that Nurse Mark told me that we were heading down to the MRI machine and that he would be there for me the whole time and not to worry. I was only in the machine for about ten minutes. I worried about the mesh in my head but it was fine.

The morning of the third day, Friday, I decided that if I was going to get anything to eat, I better get out of there. Nothing tasted "right". It was all sooooo sweet. Even the french toast was horrid. I was starving! Going to the bathroom was always a challenge. In ICU, you had a bedpan or they finally rolled in a portable potty. That was fine. The next room had a toilet that swung out from under the sink. Very strange. Looked like something from forty or fifty years ago. That was fine, but I really just wanted to use a real toilet and sit like a real person. I asked the nurse if there was a bathroom down the hall or something that I could use (thinking that I could get up and walk around) and she said that wasn't allowed but I could indeed get up an walk around if I wanted to.... just up and down the short hallway. On my way down, here comes the resident doctor. I asked her if I could go home today and she said that if I was up and walking around, I should be able to. She followed me back to my room and took off the bandage. Said that Dr. Sanan gave me a pretty interesting hair cut, (he cut it just where the incision was like a head band) gave me a little beanie to wear and said I could go home anytime. I figured Jody could make it over there about one o'clock and so about one thirty, I was on my way home. 


More to follow...



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