Later that day SB was taken off the ventilator and was allowed to breathe on his own. Over the next few days they took him off anesthesia and began to remove some of the tubes. His first words were, "I have to go peepee." they were absolutely music to our ears. We didn't know what to expect after doctors opened up his skull and dug out a massive tumor. The neurosurgeon told us the day after the surgery that we should expect to see some neurological diminishment. So to hear him speak, though not clearly, was enough to sustain us throughout the day.
From this point on, the real battle began. Or should I call it a journey? Perhaps it's a pas de deux (or quatre)? Well, these are precisely the questions I want to work through in this blog.
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