My beloved mom is getting ready to undergo brain cancer surgery.
Thinking that, just typing that is incredulous. Brain cancer surgery. The doctors plan to remove the tumor, and alleviate the swelling the tumor is causing.
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It’s amazing this can be done. It really is. I am typing this tonight, which means nothing to anyone reading this. The tonight I speak of is Sept 23rd. Sunday. But I am delaying the post until Friday, September 28th, surgery day, so that it doesn’t make her worry. She reads all my posts. Love you, mom!! xoxoxo
I’ve been saying lots of prayers for her surgery, for her doctors to be knowledgeable, steadfast, best of the best. Those are my prayers as I fall asleep at night. Friday night past, those were my thoughts as I fell asleep. I woke up Saturday morning, and remembered my dream.
In my dream, my mom was getting ready to undergo surgery, surgery to remove her brain tumor. In this dream, the doctors needed to do a practice run. To make sure they would get it right. In order to do this practice run, they needed a volunteer. I stepped up to the plate. In this dream, we lay next to each other, she under anesthesia awaiting her surgery, me completely lucid to make sure the doctors could do the surgery.
They shaved my head in the area they needed to perform the surgery. (it’ll grow back!!)
They inserted needles to numb the area. They made their cuts. I winced in pain, but stayed still so as not to hinder their progress. They cut a section of my skull out. My brain was exposed to the world. They found something. They found something, that made them realize my mom’s tumor could be treated without surgery. They realized, they did not need to do the surgery on my dear mom. It was awesome. In the celebration, they neglected me, and my gaping wound in my skull, and I continued for days, reveling in the awesomeness that my mom would be fine, but also trying to hide the open wound that exposed my brain. It didn’t matter. They figured out a way to get rid of my mom’s cancer without slicing into her head. All would be right.
I don’t know how this story ends. Only time will tell. My mom is a fighter though, and I am confident that she will battle through this.
Dreams are funny. They are often confusing, but if you look hard enough they will give you the exact answers you need. I know they won’t leave any of us with gaping head wounds. And I know the surgery will happen. What this dream tells me, though, is that all will be OK. We will pull through this. That is the message my dream sent me. The message was received.
Power on, Mom!!
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Pre-Op Selfie!! Nick said, “I hope they don’t take the crazy out!” The did not need a practice volunteer, phew. 😉
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And here she is!! Making brain surgery look easy! Great job, mom, we all love you!
xoxoxoxo