September 10. For many people it's just a day. Our history tells us it's the day before 9/11. For me, it is a day with much significance. Today is the day I quietly celebrate the "anniversary" of my first brain surgery. September 10, 2001 was a day that I will never forget. It's been nine years on this anniversary. Nine years. It's been a good nine years. There was a little blip, six years ago, when I had brain surgery #2. But in the big picture, it's been nine good, healthy, symptom free years. Both recoveries were a little rough, but once I got on the healing path, it wasn't nearly as rough as it was prior to my first surgery.
I am eternally grateful to my surgeons and medical team that got me where I am today. I had tons of support from family and friends. I had two little boys at the time of surgery #1 and I am thankful they don't really remember it. I learned a lot about myself. I ditched some of my weaknesses and learned a lot about my strength.
September 10. It is a day I will never forget.
(For anyone who is new here, I was diagnosed in the early 80's, while in HS, with a type of cyst at the base of my brain. In the early 1990's, with the improvement of technology and the invention of MRIs, I was rediagnosed with a Chiari Malformation. I managed for 18 years, living with symptoms, discomfort, pain and eventually black outs resulting in the need for surgery.)