The irony of the number 5


This year my parents cat, Mittens turns 5 in human years.

As does my relationship with my husband.

As well as my adorable little niece.

As of this week 5 is the number of aneurysms in my brain. Yes, there are 2 new myxomatous aneurysms. Well either they’re new or they were missed before. The good news is that they’re tiny spots. The bad news is that they’re all in different spots adjacent to different blood vessels. What I still don’t know is if in fact they’re growing how quickly? The neurosurgeon says that he doesn’t want to crack open my skull, and neither do I. It was really good for me to finally get to look at my brain scans. Every one of them from the first at the time of the stroke, in 2015 to the one this year in March when my brain was bleeding. For a small bleed there was quite a bit of blood. Then finally the last one which shows all 5 of the suckers.

The newbies are unfortunately on the left side of my brain, where they can potentially cause the same type of weakness, I am experiencing on the affected left side. just on the good side of my body, also 1 is in the area that deals with speech. The other 3 are in spots, like the last bleed that, if they bleed there shouldn’t be much difference in my abilities. It was just lucky timing that we caught the bleed.

Wow, I lost a lot of blood in this post. As to the question about the aneurysms growing, the neurosurgeon thinks that I shouldn’t get too many scans, because it may cause me stress. Like I’m a delicate flower, please! Next update at some point after the 20th and conversations with 2 oncologists.

Birthdays and doctors and death, oh my


This month is celebratory. It includes 5 birthdays, starting with my country’s 15 1st. Then it’s my hubby’s 52nd on the 7th , my 53rd on the 16th, my mom’s 76th on the 23rd and finally Mick Jagger has his 75th on the 26th. I’ve been raising a glass to his birthday since I was old enough to drink.

Canada day fireworks

This month is scary. It includes 3 new doctor appointments , all of which are consultations. So get to listen to what they would like to put me through. First up, on the 10th is a neuro surgeon, not the one who said that I didn’t need surgery, a new one who likely has something he’d like to throw against the wall and see if it sticks. Then, on the 20th even though I don’t have brain cancer, a neuro oncologist and a medical oncologist,who have their own opinions on how to rid my brain of the at least 3 myxomatous aneurysms that are currently growing, slowly in it. I’m sure to have lots to think about and decisions to be made.

This month is sad. On the 11th, I see my family doctor to have the end of life discussion. It’s not too early and that’s the sad part. Maybe, Sir Micks birthday will cheer me up.