Terry just got admitted to surgery.Send love and prayers.
— txterryo (@txterryo) March 30, 2009
Today is a lucky day for me. Three years ago, in a state of acceptance and fear, I was rolled into an OR at Brackenridge to have my head cut open, my brains moved apart and a wide-necked, ornery, deadly, little bilobed aneurysm clipped.
I woke up from the surgery with all my faculties in place. Well, for the most part. I had some aphasia to work through, (literally) head-splitting headaches and some specific memory loss. But I could see. The aneurysm was nestled against my opthalmic artery, so I was particularly nervous about that. I could talk. I could walk. I would heal quickly and without complication. The recovery would be hard, it’s still ongoing, but the worst of it was better than manageable.
It was the perfect outcome for an impossibly lucky find to what could have been a horribly awful, devastating situation.
That was three years ago today. Every single day since, I’ve been grateful for another opportunity to count my blessings.