I have been reluctant to even post anything pertaining to my current situation, but I feel that it is better to talk about it then to keep it in. I feel defeated, I feel useless, and above all I feel that I’ve been a let down. Even though I’ve had my family tell me these feelings aren’t true and that it was nothing I did that caused this to happen, I still feel some what responsible.
I will start at the beginning…
In 2008, I was diagnosed with an acoustic neuroma, a tumor near my ear the size of a small nail head. My doctor and the neurologist said that it was nothing to worry about, and that it would never cause any problems. Fast forward to 2014, I was in constant pain in my neck and really didn’t think of anything of it. Still in pain February of 2015, I was told to go to the chiropractor and get an adjustment. That was something I normally would do, but this time was different. The pain never went away. I took pain relievers and that was that.
Early September 2016 I lost heat and cold sensation in the right side of my body. I, like everyone else, thought it was a pinched nerve. As time went on, the symptoms got worse. Even though I continued to tell myself that it was just a pinched nerve, it never seemed to be just that. My vision became skewed, making it very hard for me to walk. I was constantly dizzy, all the time.
It was October 24th, half way through my shift at work, we had a meeting with the mangers, like we do every once in a while. As I sat there I remember thinking about how unsteady I was, so as I sat on the chair I propped my right hand on a box near my side. Not thinking that anyone noticed, but they all noticed. I was on my way out of the meeting and had to stop for a moment, because the room began to spin. That was when my co worker came up behind me and asked me if I was OK, I knew something wasn’t right but I replied I’m fine I just need a minute. She said no you are not alright you need to sit down. At that time the store manager was behind me and helped me to the breakroom.
Everyone told me that I needed to go to the emergency room. I called my mom, since my car’s battery had died. And she said we were going to the hospital. Everything from that point on was fast paced and non stop.
I was transferred to Emory university hospital, and that is when the seriousness of my condition became clear. What had started out as a acoustic neuroma the size of a small nail head had significantly grown to a tumor the size of a peach or my fist. Not only was it larger, it was also pressing up against my brain and pushing my brain stem out of the way. And that is where all my symptoms have come from.
It is still unreal to me that this is happening, I’m going to have brain surgery. I can not drive, nor can I work. My surgery date is December 22nd, but hopefully something opens up and it will be sooner than later. So 6 weeks before surgery, 6-8 weeks of recovery after surgery.
So, in a nut shell…
I have a brain tumor, it is not cancer. And surgery right before Christmas, and yes, I will be in the hospital for Christmas and possibly New Years. Prayers are always welcome, and any other way you want or can help please contact myself or my wife. Thank you, this is a lot to take in. But this too shall pass…
Happy Daddy Jess