Aliza had brain surgery. The kind where a hot shot surgeon took off a piece of her skull and then sucked out a pesky pool of blood with a super high tech pipette. Yes, scary. Super scary. But damn, if it didn’t help. A lot. Less than 36 hours later, she was conversing with us, in complete sentences, one after another. Though it is still hard for her to find certain words or remember certain names. A 10 minute conversation totally knocks her out.
As we have learned over the last two weeks, recovery from brain trauma does not go in a straight line. We expect there will be ups and downs and we still don’t know what the real long term prognosis is. Even so, we have not seen this level of engagement in the previous 14 days and remain cautiously optimistic.
Today while recapping what had happened to her and about her surgery, she looked up and asked “I can’t ride a bike now?” “No, not now but hopefully at some point in the future. Though the docs said that you might get a metal helmet now before they fix up your skull.” “A metal helmet?” “Uh huh, to protect those big brains.” A smile forming on her face. “A metal helmet. Nice.”
She also wanted me to come back later in the day so that she could begin to thank the 740 of you who donated to the Brain Trust. I told her that might not be the best activity for her right now. So instead I promised to let you all know she that wants to thank each and every one of you herself.