| Deep Brain Stimulator Implants |
| Surgery is never something that one typically welcomes into their life. I literally sobbed when my surgery was refused by my insurance company. Many phone calls and one week later I was packing for my trek to Temple University Hospital though. I prepared my children for their stay at their granny and pop-pop's for a few days. My 10 year old son gave me his rosary beads to take, and my 8 year old son made me a hurry home card to take also. Needless to say, both were not allowed to go to the surgery with me, but they were the first things I asked for in recovery. The trip down seemed so short, yet so long. Needless to say, I passed those 4 hours by reading the many inspiratinal books that I had packed. I knew that if my mind were idle, panic would set in quickly. I missed my 2 young children already and worried about how my husband would manage if anything happened to go wrong. The staff at the hospital were very helpful and polite. My husband and I checked into the room the hospital had reserved for us during my stay. It certainly wasn't luxury accommodations, but it was right across from the hospital, as well as being quite secure and clean. Three very important things we country folks were concerned about. We met a fellow "parkie" (whom I had become internet buddies) and his wife for the first time! We had a delightful dinner, then they escorted us back to the hospital with hugs and promised to visit the next day. So, I'm now counting hours, and try to remain calm and confident. I take my last dose of all my meds before bed, not realizing at that time, that I may never need to see many of those again!! |
| Sunday, July 23, 2000 |
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