Wow, this image is from the Wikipedia entry on "Neurosurgery." Doesn't that look like a medieval torture device? *laugh* Thank God for them, though! And if you scroll down the entry to the section titled "See Also" which names all the pioneers in this highly specialized, advanced high-tech procedure, please say a prayer for each one of them, all of whom had a role in saving my life.
I can tell they used all these clamps on my head because I can feel the places where the bolts were up against my scalp to immobilize me duriing surgery. I was face down, lying on my stomach for 11 hours, so I understandably have a sore neck still, but the good news is that 650mg of Tylenol is all the pain medication I am taking. I am off all the heavy meds, and am walking and talking better than before the surgery, for real!
In fact, though I have not wanted to mention it on the show, I have been increasingly having weakness and disability in my legs that is so bad that I had to hold onto both railings to slowly get down stairs like an elderly woman, and if I bent, I would have had so little strength in my legs I would have fallen to the floor. So much for working out! All of that appears to be healed, praise God, and was the result of pressure on the nerve centers of my brain that is now relieved. We serve a merciful God who has healed me - in the nick of time. Now I have to slowly get my strength back, and I plan to come back stronger than ever with His help. We have a lot to do still, my friends, there is so much love and goodness we need to spread and truth that needs to be stated. I have no plans of going anywhere any time soon. :)
I can't wash my hair for another week (which feels like an eternity) but plan to go to the salon tomorrow after today's snowy blizzard and let them put in some "dry shampoo" so I feel human again.
I live in Patriot country, so last night's suspenseful Superbowl win against the Seahawks was a huge coup for our region. I have to admit it was the very first football game I have ever seriously tried to watch, which I tried to take part in since everyone was in the living room cheering, booing, and munching on potato chips and onion dip. It was a good party, and a good reprieve from the nonsense of this week. I made it to halftime, but when Katy Perry came riding out on that awful mechanical tiger thing, I headed upstairs to bed to finish reading "Sweet Relief," the Marla Ruzicka story. Marla was an activist fighting for restitution for civilians who had been injured in US armerd conflict before she was killed by a suicide bomber in Baghdad in 2005, and I interviewed her biographer on my show. (Though I can't find the link.)
I want you all to know that I am reading the comments on this blog, which do get to me, though somehow they are not being posted for public view. I have an email into Josh, my web expert, to figure out how to let you see the beautiful prayers and kind wishes that are being sent, but please know that every comment and email I receive is a blessing and an encouragement to know that I am not alone. I know that when you comment and can't see it, it may feel like your comment was whisked away into the ether, but that ether is my spirit and I feel ever bit of your love and concern. I love you all, my friends, family, listeners, and strangers who care about me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. We are all blessed, and protected in the love of our Saviour Jesus, who will never leave nor forsake us.