Home at last…

I am home, the op was a success, and I am fine. Many thanks for every good thought and prayer. The battery goes in a week from tomorrow, and the programming a week after that. Only physical effect was a lingering headache where AIR got into my brain… really. The grinding when they drilled into the bone was disconcerting, as was the momentary turning up of my brain current to a high level, which made my face twitch. Luckily, most of the procedure (a word I have learned to use) went smoothly and was completely engrossing to the main…subject?.. who remained awake the whole time, over 4 hours. (Actually Sarah shook me awake  a few times, believe it or not. Anything can be boring if you don’t read…*)

On a more humorous note, it was a hard road for someone vain about his hair to lose it all, so I made a study, feedback encouraged (I think)…

My usual slghtly sardonic self, making fun of what I know will happen…
The holes in my head

The hair, which they SAVED.

My usual Resistol

New Akubra

Best humor, albeit black: our friend “Miranda”, a  blogger and radiation oncologist whose patients are  often dying: “I tell them ‘at least it isn’t brain surgery!’ “

*Reading: when the critic Clive James found out he was dying of leukemia, he thought that with an indefinite “sentence”, he might as well spend the time reading (and writing about it).

And Annie Dillard said that one can speak of an afternoon wasted reading, but no one ever thinks of a LIFE wasted reading…