Mike and I went out to our favorite Asian restaurant Wednesday, Dec. 13th for our "business meeting" like we do every other Wednesday night. I had sake and sushi and he had a big beer and some vegan selections. I think we even went to the boardwalk afterward and played some video games.
For a few weeks prior I had been having persistant headaches. I thought they had to do with the change of the seasons or stress because I could take some pseudoephedrine and it would go away. I didn't think much of it.
I did, however, think I was in the early stages of dementia. It runs in my family like nothing else and I noticed I was starting to think these "crazy" thoughts. It would always we the same thing. I would be on a cardio machine at the gym and at the last 10min or so of the 30 minutes I'd be going I'd have an idea then think "how can I remember to tell Mike this?" "I know, I'll tell Mike what it is then he can remind me." "Wait, that doesn't make sense." "If I've already told Mike he doesn't need me to tell him what it is because he already knows..." It would go on and on until I finally tell myself to stop. I was even looking up preventive measures for Alzheimer's and was all ready to start doing them.
It got so bad that I told Mike that I was concerned I was getting Alzheimer's. I tried to describe these "crazy" thoughts I was having and I couldn't articulate them. I started having them while not at the gym and it started to concern me even more. The Sunday before the 13th we were over at Mike's dad's house and I was trying to tell him a story. Half way through I couldn't get any words out. I told Mike about it and he thought I was just psyching myself out. I decided he was probably right.
We picked up Quinn after our "business meeting" and came home. I gave Quinn a bath and put him to bed. I came downstairs and kissed on Mike a little bit then went back up to bed to go to sleep.
The next thing I know I'm on the couch in the living room and Mike is telling me that an ambulance is coming to pick me up. "Really??? Why???" Mike told me I was "choking" because he didn't want to scare me. Apparently I had a seizure and for 15 minutes or so afterwards I had amnesia and didn't know who he was or Quinn, or even myself.
Before the ambulance got there he was testing me and would put up his fingers and ask me how many there were. I got them all right except when he put his fingers in a fist and asked me how many. I didn't know he meant for me to say "zero" eventhough I've seen him do it to Quinn countless times. I kept answering in an unsure tone that it was "five?".
Once the ambulance got there I had most of my memory back. When riding to the hospital the medic was asking me questions and I got most of them right except I wasn't sure what day it was. I thought and thought then remembered it was "Wednesday". He said, "yes, well, it's actually Thursday morning." Since it was 4:00am it was an easy mistake to make.
Once in the emergency room Mike began to describe to the nurses what happened. All the sudden he felt the bed vibrate and he looked over and I was making a horrible choking sound as if I was trying to swallow my tongue. Scared out of his mind, he jostled me, called me name, and I was completely unresponsive. Then he saw blood come out of the corner of my mouth. Panicking now, he sat me up, slapped my back, and still I was not reponding. He threw me over his shoulder, came down the steps, and called the ambulance. By that time I was conscious but still wasn't remembering anything. He said he told me at least 3 times that an ambulance was coming to pick me up and every time I was surprised.
They told us that it sounded like I had a seizure. They proceeded to figure out why I might have had a seizure. They asked me if I'd ever had one before. No. I told them I had been trying to lose 10lbs. and one nurse said that could be it though it sounded really unlikely to me. They sent me to a CAT scan and then and MRI.
I don't know how long it was, but a blonde woman doctor came over to tell me the news: the results weren't normal and they were going to have to admit me to the hospital. I was in shock. Soon a black male neurologist named Dr. Pierre came over to tell me I had what appeared to be a brain tumor.
By this time my mom had rushed over from Oxford, PA, a 2.5 hour drive, and she was there to hear the news also. It's all a blur at this point, but Dr. Pierre came over a couple more times to answer any questions we might have about the surgery that I needed ASAP.
He said I had what appears to be a tumor in the frontal lobe. That part of the brain control speech and short term memory. That's why I was having trouble speaking and probably why I was having those "crazy" thoughts that ran in circles. He would slice my scalp from ear to ear across the top of my head OR from my ear around back to the middle to my hairline on my forehead. From there he would open my scull, remove the tumor and close it back up with a metal plate and screws.
We asked him all the questions we could think of and they wheeled me off to my room.
There's an ambulance here to pick me up???