My Aunt and I
PostPosted: Fri Jul 01, 2005 5:56 am
I'll try to keep this short. My Aunt has a brain tumor that sits between her eyes and right on her corotid artery in her petuitary gland. Her first surgery was in 1995. She lost a significant portion of her petuitary, her sense of smell, most of her sense of taste, and the ability to control her upper face when all the nerves were slashed when the went in through the skull. She knew they couldn't get it all, and the doctor's told her it was time to go back in around early May.
I lived with her last summer and we discussed God stuff, and I think she knows but I don't know if she is saved. She has taken care of me while I am at college, and would drop everything and come running if I said I needed something. Last summer I didn't even pay rent, and she taught me to drive.
Because it was dead week and finals week around the time of the surgery, my parents didn't tell me about anything going on at home. The last time I saw my Aunt, my family went to see her, and she told us that the doctor she had is internationally famous as a brain surgeon (true) and they wouldn't even have to go in through her skull this time. She was expecting to be in the hospital for three days, be back at work in a week, and have me come for a visit shortly thereafter.
Two weeks later I got home from school after finals. My Mom had told me in a phone call that the surgery went as planned, but there was trouble, and a few days later she was still in ICU, but she was breathing on her own.
In the end, she had three brain surgeries because they could never get the pressure off her brain. She has a brain shunt now and is in a nursing home in my home town. She can't eat or talk, and she may be blind. They know she is severly brain damaged, and it hurts to visit her. My parents didn't tell me anything until after finals were over. I also haven't faced the grief yet because of my personality, and I need to.
They also waited until after finals were over to tell me a childhood friend died. She was only 17. She had a seizure in her sleep and bashed her head; she never woke up, her mom found the body. We went to church, school, and girl scouts together, and my brother sang at ther funeral. I found out about a week after she was buried because my parents didn't want to distract me from studying. Obviously, I'm still mad at them.
I'm ashamed I never asked for prayer before now. I don't have a good reason, something about others need prayer more. Now, I wonder how things might have been different if I had more prayer warriors on her side. She isn't really getting better.
SUMMARY: Pray for me so I can visit my Aunt without feeling nothing (I haven't even cried), and that I can feel some closure when I visit Brittany's grave, okay?
I lived with her last summer and we discussed God stuff, and I think she knows but I don't know if she is saved. She has taken care of me while I am at college, and would drop everything and come running if I said I needed something. Last summer I didn't even pay rent, and she taught me to drive.
Because it was dead week and finals week around the time of the surgery, my parents didn't tell me about anything going on at home. The last time I saw my Aunt, my family went to see her, and she told us that the doctor she had is internationally famous as a brain surgeon (true) and they wouldn't even have to go in through her skull this time. She was expecting to be in the hospital for three days, be back at work in a week, and have me come for a visit shortly thereafter.
Two weeks later I got home from school after finals. My Mom had told me in a phone call that the surgery went as planned, but there was trouble, and a few days later she was still in ICU, but she was breathing on her own.
In the end, she had three brain surgeries because they could never get the pressure off her brain. She has a brain shunt now and is in a nursing home in my home town. She can't eat or talk, and she may be blind. They know she is severly brain damaged, and it hurts to visit her. My parents didn't tell me anything until after finals were over. I also haven't faced the grief yet because of my personality, and I need to.
They also waited until after finals were over to tell me a childhood friend died. She was only 17. She had a seizure in her sleep and bashed her head; she never woke up, her mom found the body. We went to church, school, and girl scouts together, and my brother sang at ther funeral. I found out about a week after she was buried because my parents didn't want to distract me from studying. Obviously, I'm still mad at them.
I'm ashamed I never asked for prayer before now. I don't have a good reason, something about others need prayer more. Now, I wonder how things might have been different if I had more prayer warriors on her side. She isn't really getting better.
SUMMARY: Pray for me so I can visit my Aunt without feeling nothing (I haven't even cried), and that I can feel some closure when I visit Brittany's grave, okay?