Thursday, August 13, 2026

Brain Surgery

 Technically … I had brain surgery. Albeit Non-invasive, it was still called brain surgery. I got zapped today. They are confident it is a one and done, they gave me my mask. Which I left in my daughter’s car and my granddaughter found and played with.

My poor daughter had to drive me today. It wasn’t too bad because it was at noon. There was one point of check in, I gave my name and they said to go on down.


Down where.

UG. We made it. The waiting room was empty. They took me about twenty minutes late.

Was it hard? In hindsight no. While it was happening, it drove me nuts. I couldn’t move and that mask was tight against my face. I have never been one to lay on my back flat, I was tense so you can imagine my muscles were a bit sore. No immediate after
effects, but they can be delayed for about a week. Great. I have chemo next week.


It was the longest twenty minutes. I had them play music and I counted songs (After praying) And when I heard Phil Wickham’s Amazing Grace, I knew that was 5:33. A quarter of my treatment. I could do it. I swear though, I could see the beam in my brain. Eyes closed I kept seeing this purple sequence. I worried I was going blind.

I asked the tech if the beam was purple and she said, ‘No, a few flashes of white light’.

Hmm.

Anyhow … After, we made an adventure of it. There was a street vendor hot


dog cart and we had to stop. I never had a street hot dog. I made her wait in the long line, then I noticed a man, eating a hot dog in the park by me, He was giving money to a guy. The guy took his shirt off.

He offered money to the other guy, who refused. Then the man eating the hot dog took pictures of the man without a shirt. I of course, had to take a picture of the man taking a picture of the man without a shirt.

I sent it to my other daughter who informed me the shirtless man was

watching me.

“Were you being inconspicuous?” my daughter asked.

“No. If the guy is gonna take his shirt off in the middle of a park for money from a man eating a hot dog, he’s fair game.”

The wait was long but the hot dog was the best I have ever had. No kidding. My first street hot dog didn’t disappoint.


While I am happy that my next scan is not in the city, I will miss the excitement of that hot dog cart.

7 comments:

  1. At least you had an entertaining day ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  2. What an adventure Jackie๐Ÿ˜ My Granddaughter would say “Grandma” she is 16 and would be embarrassed at me taking the picture. Praying hard for you sweet one.๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’•

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  3. You got this Jackie. Sending you love and prayers.

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  4. Glad this head radiation is 'one and done'..and I totally understand, and have felt the pain of lying still on your back for 20 mins...I'm glad that is now DONE for you.

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  5. PS, I hate that my reply was from Anonymous...I am Susan..

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  6. If someone else does the cooking, I’m happy. I hate the kitchen. I would rather wash clothes, clean the bathroom, or work in the yard.
    I’m glad the hot dog was good. It does look rather nicely decked out.

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    1. This is Marcella. I clicked publish too quickly.

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