Life Inspires Me

I recently had shunt placement surgery.

Recently, as in about 2 weeks ago yesterday was my surgery. To my surprise my surgeons used staples to hold the incision together on the top of my head. The staples looked like a wee train track. I haven’t had staples with any of my recent surgeries, so I wasn’t sure what to expect with their removal.

I had my check-up appointment Tuesday to have the staples removed. All that afternoon prior to the appointment my mind was fixated on if the removal of staples was going to hurt. I was making myself a bit nervous; after all the surgeries I’ve gone through, pain and needles still bother me.

When my staples were being removed it didn’t hurt at all. It was more relieving than painful. It was quick pressure, a little pinch and then they were out. It was nice because the staples were kind of itching and it felt a lot better after getting them off.

No more choo-choo train. Now there is only a small bald spot on the top of my head around the incision. Luckily, I have more hair on my head then Chewbacca, and I figure if Donald Trump can rock a sexy comb-over, so can I!

Uh, later choo-choo train track!?

Papa Stone taught Cooper to drum!!

I’m having shunt placement surgery in Ann Arbor today.
I’m nervous because it’s another surgery.
Further surgery may be necessary.
I’m trying really hard to muster up enough courage to not cry.

It’s ok to cry.
It’s not ok to keep bottling up these emotions.
It’s human nature to act on emotions.
I’m not going to worry about the future because it hasn’t happened yet.
Focus on the now.
Hope for the best and prepare for the unexpected.

Courage differs from recklessness in coming from a strong mature assessment. A reckless person has not anticipated the likeliest of consequences; a courageous person has, and is ready to face any eventuality that might arise, even the ones that cannot be foreseen.  -Anonymous

Courage at its best!

Happy belated Valentine’s Day!

My whole schedule has been turned upside down because of the head pressure and shunt surgery on Wednesday. The poem below is a favorite of mine. The puppy below is who i’m searching for after I recover from this surgery.

Peace, love, rock on!

Jess

I began searching for you, not knowing

how foolish that was. True lovers don’t meet

somewhere out there, but are in each other all along.

Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

Puppy love??