Up until this point, I felt peaceful and didn’t have any fear. I was in the best hospital I could imagine. Michael finally knew that I wasn’t a hypochondriac. My kids – both my kids were there. That was a miracle to me. I was surrounded by professionals and love. I knew I’d be alright. I felt like God was working overtime to reassure me of it. I kept thinking “the enemy kicked me in the head; but God, in his wisdom allowed it! – I look forward to see the good He’s going to bring from this!” I felt like I was being carried along in perfect peace…. I’m sure the steroids and pain killers contributed, but it was much more than that.
Today I saw my surgeon for the first time since surgery. Everything looks real good. He did tell me, which I didn’t know, that he had to take out a little piece of white matter (brain) near my balance center and that it may effect my left side a bit. I’ve noticed the left side and some balance problems, but both are better than before the surgery, so I’m not complaining. He said to give it 6 months to a year,
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We arrived at Skyline medical center in Nashville, where my very competent paramedics brought me in to register. Embarrassed, I had to tell the woman at the desk that I had no health insurance. I assumed that would change everything but it didn’t. I was brought to a private room on the 7th floor. Later a hospital administrator came in to talk to Mike. He had a pile of papers with him. The long and short of it was that the hospital was, through a benevolence fund, covering our bill, along with Tenncare.