I’m back on the Big Island, just in time to celebrate turning 52 years old yesterday. It’s nice to be in somewhat familiar surroundings, though when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can still be confused about where the hell I am. That used to happen to me all the time when I traveled, so no surprise really with all the changes that I’ve been through lately.
My hair is coming in with so much gray! And the hole in my head is really visible, so I’m glad for hats when I go out, and am pretty careful to ask if someone wants to see it. I find it looks pretty nasty the way it’s all caved in. The scalp touching the dura mater is still giving me a persistent low level headache, and the antibiotic is wreaking havoc on my stomach, ick. But all of that is still so much less painful than the tumor, so I’m sucking it up and not complaining.
Still, my 51st year was pretty much the year of the brain tumor, so I’m really looking forward to something else, preferably something good! I could use a spell of good luck for a change, though honestly, finding a surgeon to take out the tumor was great and I really am quite grateful. Not complaining, really. Hawaii! It’s just so lovely here, and I’m with the absolute best friends anyone could ask for.
We are all set up and trained on how to do the antibiotic infusions here at the farm. The insurance company covers a nurse to come out and draw blood and change the dressing on my PICC line every week, and every day around 2:00 one of us hooks me up to the Braun Easypump. Ninety minutes later, it’s all done. It really is quite easy, requires no other equipment, and I’m so glad to be doing this here instead of the clinic.