Apr 28, 2006 16:39
My sister Michele's surgery went excellent. It only took about 3 hours, and the tumor was incapsullated and only attached to one or two nerve endings. It was attached to more, the surgery would've been 10 times more complicated and also, would've paralized her. The tumor was about the size of your thumb or a small sausage and was on the second vertabrae. The surgeoun had to remove the second vertabrae to remove the tumor, then reattach it and inforce it with a metal plate and wires since it the vertabrae the holds up your head. I finally got to see her yesterday and I was brought to tears because I was so happy to see her ok. She is still in alot of pain, but thats nothing compared to paralization. Also, she'll probably be numb where they had to remove the tumor, for the rest of her life, but again that's absolutely nothing.
What's strange about this entire story is that through out all of this I was telling my friend Amber. Now, Amber and I pretty much reconnected a little over a month ago after last seeing each other my freshman year of high school. She was a senior, graduated whatever. So we've been hanging out and I stop into Hallidays when she's working sometimes. Yesterday, she asked me what my sisters name was. And I'm like "it's Michele, but she didn't go to Cudahy or anything." Then she's like "yea I know, I think that means we're related." And I'm like "how is this?" And she then told me that Dennis, who is married to my sister, is her cousin. So in all of this, that would make Amber and I related through marriage.
Small world.