Eight Weeks Later

Today marks two months since my transsphenoidal brain surgery to remove tumor regrowth. I’m happy to report I’m getting stronger every day. I’d say I’m about 80 percent back to normal. I have returned to work and jumped back into the maelstrom of marketing projects, deadlines, and responsibilities.

Eight weeks post-surgery.

My nose still throbs, and I needed a round of antibiotics for a recent infection of the cartilage. I had a follow-up appointment with the ENT surgeon; he mentioned it will take about three to six months for me to be fully healed—not surprising considering they rolled part of my septum and used it as a nasoseptal flap to patch where the cerebral spinal fluid leaked during surgery. But the good news—the seal at the back near the opening of the sphenoid sinus is holding.

My nemesis: the twice-daily nasal rinse bottle.

I still need to do twice-daily saline rinses and take Tylenol for the pain. I lifted “weights” yesterday for the first time in eight weeks—don’t laugh at my little five-pound dumbbells. I hope to resume heaving fifteen-pounders in a couple of weeks.

Hitting the “weights.”

Two songs have been repeating in my head during my recovery.

Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing.”

And Steve Winwood’s “Back in the High Life Again.”

And here’s a photo from a Walgreens: the gift of a beautiful sight revealed to me on a mundane Friday night.

Sublime sunset from a parking lot. Photo by Francis DiClemente.

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Post-Surgery Update

I just wanted to give a quick update on my recovery. More than two weeks have passed since my brain surgery.

I had a follow-up appointment with my ENT surgeon yesterday. For the endoscopic debridement with suction, they stick a probe up your nose and suck out the junk, but I’ll spare you the gory, bloody details.

The last time I had this in-office procedure after the same transsphenoidal surgery in 2011, the surgeon maneuvered the probe too close to my brain stem and I suffered the worst headache of my life.

It felt like a gorilla had grabbed my head and shook my skull like a coconut—side to side and front to back—until my brain swished around and undulated on the waves of cerebral spinal fluid. I almost couldn’t drive myself home afterward.

Hence, I was anticipating a similar experience yesterday. But after Dr. A. performed the procedure, I had only a mild headache throughout the day and into the night.

He also saw no signs of a CSF leak, so I feel incredibly grateful. Although my right peripheral vision loss hasn’t improved yet, I am getting stronger every day and anticipate returning to work before the end of the month.

Thank you very much for the kind words and continued prayers—they are helping me!

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