The Daily Hailey

Yesterday, at two weeks and one day post brain surgery, I took Brady (and the babies) in to our family doctor to get the staples removed from his incision. It was a little crazy, to be honest. They had advised him in the hospital that he could really go anywhere, any ole walk-in or medi clinic, to get them out. We were once again SO relieved that we have such a beautiful relationship with our doctor. After a simple text conversation, she booked Brady in, and yesterday was that day!

Ok but first, we went for Frostys and fries, because that was Bradys lunch of choice, and I did not argue with that!!!

We didn’t wait long for the appointment to start. Just enough to take one final picture of ALL the staples in place. All 41 of them.

But before long, Dr. Guselle surfaced and they got started!! Ack!

When all was said and done, she did not rush out at all, but rather asked what else she could possibly do for us in regards to any member of our family. It actually got REALLY cute, when our little Morsel crawled over and smacked at her, begging to be up on her lap. She plucked our baby up off the floor and they sat together for a few minutes while we talked. It felt so comfortable and relaxed. I loved it. I wish I could share pictures on here of the encounter, and I can’t, but I can assure you it warmed my heart to the nth degree 💜

When it was time to go, she saw us all the way out into the waiting room, and thanked us for “coming over,” which I also loved 💜 We have SUCH a good thing there.

We got out to the van and took Bradys “after” picture.

So if you can look past the crusted blood and dead skin, the incision has closed SO nicely! There are a couple of lifty spots but they are well on their way to healing.

Especially since Brady is still not allowed to really scrub at them at all. But once we got home, he showered up good and proper, and I lightly took a cloth to the surrounding areas of his scar to get it as cleaned up as possible. And it actually looks fabulous!

Doesn’t it look so good??? Its going to disappear into his buzz so soon and you’ll never know it was there! The part that pokes out onto his forehead is the only part that may still be somewhat visible. Or so I thought…

This afternoon, we were granted a few kid-free hours, and Brady slept through most of them 💜 While he slept and I played with yarn and watched true crime, I caught a glimpse of how great his scar is going to heal and I’m just so encouraged 💜

Isn’t that AMAZING?! No one is going to know that scar existed. It is closed SO well and just right along the perfect lines. Man. Dr. Fourney is an artist!

After the staples came out, Brady immediately felt relief. No more tightenings or zinging up there. Less bothersome itching. Less pain. Just, his own skin and his own self. SO much more comfortable.

As he said to me, thats two down! He’s come off of his steroid, and his staples are out! Just one more med left to come off and then rest and recovery!! He is on his way!!

Thank ALL you beautiful people for following along on this crazy ride!! We wait for pathology and some follow up scans to come, so please continue to carry Brady in your prayers 💜

Those first few days of having Brady at home were pretty quiet. Kids were going to school so the house was fairly quiet. We went for a drive one day. The lemon drop had an appointment another day, and Brady stayed home and slept while we had childcare for the morsel. Cher took Laela and Wavy a couple of days to lighten the load. Meals were brought. We just only survived. We waited a day or two, but finally unveiled the incision itself! While it looks totally badass, it also looks super clean and beautifully done!!

It was actually SO impressive when I took the dressings off how bloody they weren’t!! What a great closure!

One day, I took Brady into my hair girl and she washed his hair for him, because I knew he was feeling gross and unclean, but he wasn’t supposed to get his incision very wet. What an AMAZING hair girl we have that she was willing to navigate the blood, crusties, antiseptic, etc. She’s a rockstar.

He felt SO much better after this!! 💜

Probably the most challenging part of Bradys recovery wasn’t actually about Brady. Our little lemon drop legitimately would not sleep a WINK without being held, and you may or may not know, but sleep is kind of a crucial part of healing. Sleeping in the night and in the day were all pretty choppy, so some of Brady’s recovery moved slowly at first.

Recovery side effects were likely what you’d expect. Headaches were a big part of it, though they were well managed with medication. Another immediate side effect was jaw pain, which you wouldn’t expect! However, the part of the brain that they worked on was connected to muscles in his jaw. Thankfully, that has all lifted now 🙂 No more pain while eating. The pressure in his head was the most uncomfortable part, I’m told. He was on a steroid for that, and he could feel it within the hour of needing to take it that there was inflammation that needed to be brought down. However, that steroid is not a nice one, and Brady is now off of it, and actively working to get off of his other strong drug. Bradys entire body got much weaker after surgery. His legs are significantly shakier when walking. He can still get around, but it takes a lot more concentration. Since getting home, we’ve rearranged parts of the house that he would normally walk through to now fit his wheelchair. I’m sure much of that will still improve with time, but we’re rocking the now, and thats what we need for now.

Brady has described feeling “heavy headed.” He was first saying light headed, because thats a pretty well understood term, but when he explained it to me in detail, it is much more heavy than light. There is still a dizziness, but maybe his head feels a little, like, nodding? Droopy? It was hard for him to explain so I have next to no hope of explaining it myself 😅 But when it comes around, it usually means he’s maybe overdone it a little and needs to lay down for a bit. We’re learning to manage these things, but we think they’re mostly just part of recovery and won’t be our daily life forever.

Since coming home, Brady has recruited the help from our lovely new neighbour for a haircut to accommodate his giant new scar, haha! Thank you Chantelle!!

Again, he felt WAY better after!

Dekker lol 😅

Recovery is still coming. Brady is realizing as time goes by that he has neurological pathways that are still getting reorganized. Where he used to have his own thoughts and opinions about all basic daily things, he is now having to make those as fresh decisions. He explained it to me in traffic one day when we were stuck behind someone going VERY slowly. He didn’t know whether or not to be annoyed or just relaxed about it. He didn’t know which was his normal response or not, and he had to choose. So, with this context, you can likely understand that Bradys mental energy is waning hard these days 💜 He is still capable, and he can compensate pretty well when he has to, but basic things such as visiting are ten times more taxing these days. So please still visit with him! It’ll just likely be shorter. Thanks for understanding, guys.

Ok. I think I’ve covered the basics of the physical recovery for this post. We’re two weeks out. Today is a big day over here! I’m taking Brady in to get his staples out!! Ack!! Hopefully those pictures didn’t make anyone squirm. We think they’re so awesome. Brady actually has more staples in his head than he had in his spine from his last surgery! So we’re calling it a date 💜 With the babies, of course. We’re going to go get frostys and fries for lunch, and then go get the staples pulled out of Bradys head. Together! Hahaha!

Happy Friday, everyone!!

Brady had no recollection of seeing me after his surgery in observation, which was not altogether surprising. He was SO out of it during those couple of hours, and that was ok with me. I knew he was alive. That was the most important thing. I left the hospital confidently, knowing he would be more with it the next day.

I woke up fairly early the next morning, and I saw texts from Brady that were sent around 4am. They were filled with worry and confusion. He didn’t know what room he was in and had no memory of getting there. He did know he was at the hospital though. He was cognitively aware, just a bit out of body, not remembering getting acquainted with his space. He didn’t know where his stuff was, or his wheelchair. But his top concern was whether or not I had been able to see him post-op, as he knew I was worried and I hadn’t been allowed to see him post-op after his spinal surgery. That had made for a hard night, and he was worried for my sake 💜 Thankfully, I could reassure him all across the board.

He was in observation. Neuro ward. I told him his nurses names.

I brought his backpack and chair home since things were a bit tight in obs. I promised to bring them back that day.

And yes. We had spoken. Held hands. Said hello and goodbye. No love was lost at all 💜

I went in to see him as soon as I could. He was VERY tired. Not exactly vibrant 😆 But still really cute, so its ok.

That first day post-op went exactly as I expected. I’d visit with him for maybe a half hour, and then go crochet elsewhere while he napped. Shorty visit, then a nap. Shorty visit, then a nap. It was choppy but also nice to see him a few times 💜 I sat with him during lunch. He tried, but food was still hard. His stomach had been very sensitive since surgery.

Just me, Brady, and his brain blood catch-all 😅

Day two post-op was much the same as day one. The naps were maybe a touch shorter but otherwise it was similar. Neither of us had energy, so we would snuggle up and watch some Netflix during Bradys wakeful time.

Those were tired, difficult days, but at least we were together. We could NOT have been together as much as we were without, as they’ve come to be known around here, the grandmas 💜 My mom and Rae made things SEAMLESS in terms of watching the kids for full days without question. I could come and go without any worries, and that was AWESOME.

Day two also meant that Bradys brain drain could come out! Heyooo!

That little bandaid towards the top was what was covering up the hole where the drain had been, and surprisingly, it never needed to be replaced or cleaned up any extra. It sat there, happily stuck to Brady’s hair, and never budged. This particular event was victorious because a) it didn’t hurt, and b) it took away much of the pressure in Brady’s head and ears, as well as relieved some loud crackling sounds that were bothering him. Win!!

On day three post-op, Brady came HOME.

We were pretty quiet about it at first 💜 He was SO tired and his head was very woozy and off balance. His body, specifically his legs, were far weaker than they had been in a very very long time. He just wasn’t all the way stable. But recovering in a room with three other people in different stages of ailment was not an ideal setup either. Home was better than that.

And it was the right choice 💜 We’ll talk about that next. Recovery thus far. More gorey pictures coming in the next series post!

Does everyone feel lighter when the weather starts to turn like it is currently? No? Just me? It can’t be just me. Today, the house got hot. We opened storm doors and windows. Kids played outside in tshirts. Cher and I even went for a drive and got iced drinks! It was just one of those days that felt like it carried the promise of the warmer seasons that lie ahead. So soon, we’ll be into the activities that come with nicer weather. Track at school. Going for walks as a family. We even have a kid going into soccer this spring! And of course, camp is up on that list! In all honesty, with Brady recovering, it feels like setting up camp will be a really big job. Its a little daunting at this point, to be honest. But it is a HUGE relief to know we have lovely people who will come around and help us in any way possible to provide us help and ease 💜 It is not lost on me how fortunate we are.

The help this week and last has been incredibly humbling and deeply appreciated. The meals have kept us afloat, and every one has been completely delicious. I’ve even given into paper dishes most suppers to keep things easy. I’m still behind in plenty of things, but we are still making it work, and I’m really glad we at least have that. Because, these days, when there is a quiet moment, and I could either bake muffins or crochet, I’ve been intentionally choosing crochet, or something light like that that helps me relax a bit more. And I have no regrets. Because I know I need to function in order for everyone around me to function. It can’t be JUST about keeping Brady strong. I know I need to be strong, too. So I am being intentional, and I think its paying off.

So tonight, while we wait for Dekker to come home from youth, I plan to eat a couple of cupcakes in my bed, likely with a baby in my lap, and watch some Netflix with Brady. Ooooo! Maybe also a tall glass of milk, since I finally bought some today.

I hope you all sleep tonight. We’ve been finally gaining some ground with sleeping these days, slowly but surely! Still, I hope you’re all sleeping WAY more than I am!! 😅

Goodnight everyone! 💜

By the grace of God, after another fairly rough night with our sleep-hating lemon drop, Brady and I woke up feeling more rested than usual! Brady was cognitively clearer than he’s been since surgery day, and therefore was more energetic. Not that we pushed it a whole lot at all, but it was so nice to see him more himself and less draggy. We did a little bit of picking up around the house and moved our bedroom around a bit to make it easier for him to use his wheelchair in there. We ate yummy food and generally really enjoyed a super quiet morning! Kids have been enjoying VBS in the mornings this week, as have we. We get to be quiet and relaxed, and they come home as astronauts from the International Space Station.

Post VBS, kids came home, lunched, and then Laela went out on an errand run for me around town, where she picked up some puzzles, fancy soaps, and the mail. She was super happy to be outside, as were the astronauts. The spring weather is so nice for absolutely all of us! I firmly believe its going to help Bradys healing, too! But so far, he’s still sticking very close to home, closing up that incision, healing the trauma, and organizing those neural pathways that need to be rewritten. Turns out recovering from brain surgery is kind of a ton of work!

I hope many of you are enjoying this week off, and considering its only Tuesday, that you’re not scratching at the door to get out just yet.

Let’s talk about what Brady’s surgery actually entailed.

Bradys list of procedures are as follows:

Stealth neuro navigation

Right frontal temporal craniotomy

Intra-axial mass resection

Gleolan

Duraplast

Yup. Fiiiiive categories. And we’re going to go through each one just a little bit, to paint a picture.

To start, I’ll remind you that Brady’s mass showed up in his right temporal lobe, which you will know if you read that list, haha! If you’re picturing where your temple is, it might be hard to understand where that is, but I can tell you its right above his right ear. This shows the left, but you get it.

Now to the categories!

Stealth neuro navigation is the process of really finding your bearings, making a plan, and getting the patient set up. Brady was draped off, and his head was set up in a scary way with clamps and mayfield pins. Look that stuff up and you’ll know why he has that mark on his forehead 😬

They used something of a doppler, combined with all previous scans, located the mass with confidence, marked the incision, and got Brady all set up for the next bit.

The right frontal temporal craniotomy sounds pretty medieval if you ask me. And its exactly what you think it – removing the skull portion. As we picked through the operative report, we googled every tool name, and honestly, it was just all the standard nonthreatening pokers in varying sizes that you picture being in a doctors office. Except for the drill and the saw, lol! Brady muttered from his chair just now “the bone-do zip.” The craniotomy was performed by drilling burr holes and then connecting them with the bone-do zip. There was some talk about pinning back flaps, but we won’t get into all that. The space was opened. Thats enough.

Intra-axial mass resection. Tumour removal, basically. The report talks in depth about constant planning, and confirming the masses location using the neuronavigation. Lots and lots of microscopes. When the time came to actually dig in, they began by cauterizing all around the mass as was visible. They used ultrasonic aspiration to de-bulk the mass, consistently rechecking position, and extending the craniotomy in a couple of different directions, as needed.

Gleolan is a super cool new med that played a role in the removal of Brady’s brain mass. It was a gross contrasty orange juice/aluminum shot that Brady took the night before, and it is specifically used to illuminate malignant cells, most commonly used when investigating brain tumours/cancers. So at this point in the surgery, once the bulk of the mass was resected, they turned on their fluorescent lights to see how the gleolan reacted. It showed faint illumination throughout the surgical cavity. Don’t panic here 💜 Take a second. Not only is this method new and not 1000% reliable, but a faint glow kicks a radiant flash in the ass! We’ll take faint any day! This did show, however, that the tumour had fuzzy edges, not smooth. Fuzzy can suggest spreading, though the tumour was completely unchanged since the day we discovered it. Unfortunately, the fuzzy edges started infiltrating the white matter, meaning it wasn’t safe to scoop them all out of there. So. Not 100% perfect, but definitely still very successful!

Duraplast is last. Its even in the name. Its the closing up of the surgical cavity and putting the head back together. Yikes that sounds grosser than I imagined 😅 Everything was cleaned well, and then the packing began. Mesh was first. Dural lining was closed with nylon sutures. There was a bandaid-type of cover put over the stitches. Brady says “braindaid.” Gelfoam was also used, which is another type of braindaid covered in a solution specifically to prevent against bleeding. That one absorbs and dissolves in the weeks following surgery. After aaaaall the packing materials were in place, the bone flap *shivers* was put back in place and secured with plates and screws. How many – we don’t know, but we’re excited to find out if Brady will beep going through airport security someday.

At this point, the heavy lifting of closing up was done. A drain tube was placed alongside the bare bone and secured with a silk suture, preparing for recovery. The temporalis (layer of muscle along the skull) was laid in place and sutured down, and then secured further with the last layer of skin and *gulp* 41 staples.

Everything was washed, dried, and dressed.

Wait for it.

Doused. Dried. Dressed. Drained. Disconnected. Dilaudid.

I could keep going, but I’ll stop…

Post surgery, Brady immediately went in for an x-ray, as the number of sutures noted was off by one, but nothing was amiss on the inside, and Brady was cleared into recovery.

And now he’s OUT! Goodness this series could go on forever. I will stop soon. But not yet.

Well. We did it. We pushed it today. We’ve been coasting all week, and realistically, we need to coast all this coming week as well. And we will. But today, we tried harder to push, and I think I can safely say we have no regrets. Brady? Do you agree? Brady?…..

So maybe Brady is a little overtired, but thats to be expected after this last week. Brain surgery was only ten days ago. And there is more to that story! But today, I’m going to share our victories, regardless of how small they are, from today.

We went to church! And we got there on time!! It was a very full service, with both churches in attendance. We were baby-free for a chunk of the service, and I’ll admit, I could’ve fallen asleep on Brady’s shoulder. But rather, I rested and listened and soaked up some church. It was really peaceful.

We went on to visit for quite a while but Brady and I were both fading pretty fast and we needed to go. So we did. And we went home. And Brady went right to bed. As did the Morsel. Lemon Drop and I dozed on the recliner until I had to get up and start prepping supper. I was determined to make a yummy supper even though we weren’t hosting anything fancy for anyone but ourselves.

Laela helped 💜

Nothing crazy at all. Just a bit more fuss than I normally make. We have roasted broccoli, ham and pineapple slices in a honey mustardish glaze, and crispy garlic parm potatoes.

And I’ve got to say, guys, it was worth the effort. It was SO yummy.

Anyway. We went to church and had yummy food. Thats about all the stretch we’re going to manage on top of our regular life things, and while I am very happy I was able to make good food, I am definitely anticipating another week of suppers a la other people 😩 That generosity is such an immense help, and we do not take it for granted.

This next week holds more rest and recovery, quiet mornings, and trying to stop Brady from doing work around the house before he’s ready. That alone is its own job. Wish me luck.

So. I left you all in the surgery holding room.

As I said yesterday, it was less traumatizing sending Brady into surgery than it was for his spinal surgery. It went a long way to be able to be with him up until he went to the operating room. It probably went as smoothly as it could’ve gone. So without being tooooo terribly brave, I walked out of the room fairly confidently and headed towards my next plan. Because you’d better believe I had a plan in place, haha!

First, I contacted Carrie, my good friend who works at the hospital, and let her know Brady was in and I was free. I wandered a little bit and when I heard back from Carrie, we made a plan to have a coffee. I am SO grateful for her, and also her department of caring people who were understanding of her taking a longer break than usual to be with me 💜

We coffeed for a while, and my mind was occupied, which helped a lot. But alas, Carrie is a real adult and has a real job, and she had to go back to it. So she did, and I went onto the next thing I had planned for my morning wait. Crocheting!

I went out to my vehicle and sorted through the bag of crocheting I had brought along. I realized immediately my error. I forgot my crochet hook! And my scissors!! ACK! I had yarn and that was it! Shooooot!

So back inside I went. I waited until all the little shops were open, and sadly, no one had crochet hooks. I swear I had seen them once in a previous stay, but no dice. Not that day, anyway. I weighed my options, and decided to head to Michaels. I had time, and I didn’t want to be idle for that long.

I had success at Michaels!

Accidentally too much success…

I also bought a pattern of what I wanted to start making. A new blanket 🙂 As usual.

Back at the hospital, I crocheted for a little while, and watched true crime on my phone. I did this until I got twitchy. Around 11:30 maybe. I had been tipped off that Brady was expected to be in the OR until about noon, and the anesthesiologist had pointed a waiting area out to me. I decided to meander my way over there for a change of scenery.

A few minutes before noon, Dr. Fourney called me. He told me that they were done, Brady handled the procedure without any scares or surprises. He told me it could not have gone better. He advised me to give it an hour, maybe two, for Brady to be moved into an observation room up in the neuro ward, and I was more than welcome to meet him there. Perfect. I thanked him profusely, and we hung up!

Still more waiting idle time to fill! Onto the next thing on my list. A really really yummy lunch!

You’ll have to take my word for it. Its a cafeteria burger, and it doesn’t look like anything special, but this particular burger is SO good. I think its the brioche bun. Its just crazy delicious to a point where I actually anticipated it. YUM!

I waited the appropriate amount of time before I stuck my head up into the ward, but he wasn’t on site yet. I tried to leave but was reassured I could take a seat and someone would make a call for me.

Thus began a three hour wait up in the observation area of neuro. Brady was too drowsy to transfer our of recovery. Oddly tired. Too tired. They didn’t like it, and sent him for reassessment and a CT. So that was stressful. I had the people from the recovery ward call me and say it’ll be another hour at least, but when I tried to leave, the lovely nurses insisted that I was not at all in their way and I was very welcome to stay there. They dragged a comfier chair over to where I was sitting, and I set up camp 💜 It was SO nice. Like I found my space where I could be restful and content, but close by, and with people I could talk to. It was just the perfect balance of all the things I needed.

Brady was supposed to surface around 1pm, but finally, around 5pm, up he came. CT deemed that he was so extra drowsy from the drugs and nothing else

💜 Oof. My sleepy, loaded, recovering, husband had made it.

🚨 Blood alert 🚨

Brady was completely drugged, and barely coherent. Our awesome nurse came over and gave me the heads up that she was gonna wake him. She loudly called to him and rubbed his chest a bit. He barely opened his eyes, but he did just enough to respond to her and make eye contact with me. Never have I felt more reassured 💜 He followed instructions – lifting and wiggling what he could, and even knowing the date! Though he fell asleep every three seconds or so, and needed to keep being woken up, haha! I held his hand, and at one point when I let go, he reached for me again. I loved that.

I lingered until it was definitely time to go. Around 7pm, if I remember right. I leaned over and gave him a little kiss, which he returned. I told him I loved him and would see him the next day. He was already back to sleep. I knew he wouldn’t miss me 💜 which was ideal. Just sleep that all off, honey.

And he did! And the next day carried a very warm reception 💜 But I’ll tell you about that another time 😘

Checking in sounds nicer than being admitted, right? It sounds more like a hotel stay and less a terrifying stint at the hospital.

Anyway, hi guys! I’m back to tell you a bit more of the story of Bradys surgery. Don’t worry, the lead up will be done soon. We’re currently at the day before surgery. The day Brady “checked in.” March 20th.

Brady was asked to come in around noonish, and thats about when a bed would be open for him. Dr. Fourney even called personally and informed Brady of the timeline. He said to get some lunch and then make our way in. So we did! I don’t know what it is, but Brady and I almost always get junior bacon cheeseburgers from Wendy’s when we’re going in just the two of us. Our kids don’t like Wendys as much as McDonalds, but we both LOVE JBCs, so we got a few of those, plus some drinks, and headed to RUH to register Brady for surgery.

We went sent up to the neuro ward right away. The 6300s. The same place Brady was in for his spinal surgery, before he was sent to rehab. Its a pretty bleak place, and its no ones fault. I mean no disrespect when I say it, but that is a brutally hard ward, and I hate so much having Brady there. Consider what neuro is. Nerves. Brains. Strokes. Lots of noise. Restraints. Combative patients. Struggle and sadness. It is VERY hard to be in and around there. Plus, just about every room is a shared room. So Brady was nestled into a four patient room, separated with sheets, from three other people, all with their own issues. Nothing about that is easy. Conveniently, at least we were together for a little bit 💜

We snuggled in for a little bit and watched some Netflix. You may want to say we shouldn’t spend that time watching tv, but let me tell you, both of us needed that rest to just be together. Our hearts, brains, and bodies were freakishly exhausted.

Supper came at one point, and it was quite the menu for Brady! It consisted of three bean soup, chilli, and check it out! Beans on the side!!

We just laughed. It was rough. I offered to go get something else from the cafeteria but we opted to just be close while we could.

I didn’t leave too terribly late, considering I planned to be at the hospital at balls am in order to see Brady into surgery. I think we both tried to sleep really early. I’m not sure either of us succeeded in much sleeping. But thanks to Rae’s willing heart, I was able to leave home around 6am the next day and be with Brady around 7am, which was the plan his neurosurgeon had made with us the day before.

It was very quiet. We sat close for a short while until the nurses came to get Brady transferred down to the surgery ward. I was wholeheartedly welcomed to join them on the walk down and for that last hour or so wait before he went in.

It was bright and lively down in surgery. There were a handful of patients on beds, waiting for things to start up. Tons of surgical teams were making their way through the space, connecting with patients, having conversations and making plans. It wasn’t too ominous at that point. Seemed pretty low key somehow. The vibe was really nice, actually.

Dr Fourney came and talked to us. He left all the room open for questions, and reassured us as best as he could. He took a marker and wrote my pho number on his pants and promised to call me as soon as things were done. I laughed at that, but also felt warm and cared for. We met and chatted with the anesthesiologist, who was a bit of a hoot. There was brief conversation about shaving Bradys beard, which was probably the most serious I saw him the entire time. He did NOT want that. They explained that they need to tape the breathing tube to his face, and it can’t move. And he still said “I am resistant to my beard being shaved.” I think we all agreed, though, however hesitantly, that if it came to life or death, shave the stinking thing. Goodness.

Finally, a nurse came to bring Brady’s bed in. She got him to take all of his rings and glasses off, which he handed to me. She told us we had a minute to get a good hug and kiss in, and then he would be off.

I might’ve cried. Maybe he did, too. We prayed, and then in he went.

Watching him go just never ever feels good :/ Both of his surgeries have felt like battles to me. But I was overwhelmed with gratefulness at how much nicer this send off was than the last one. The last one was awful. We couldn’t be together for any of the lead up, thanks to covid. This one carried some peace. Some comfort. Thank the Lord.

As you already know, he did come through, as did the beard. We’ll talk more about that again soon. This is enough for today 💜

Happy Easter weekend, lovely friends 💜 Thanks for following along!

The next post in the series of the story is surgery day, and today has not at all supplied me with the time I need to actually write that out well. So rather, I interrupt our usual programming to let you know, in case you don’t, that Brady is home with us 💜

*whispers* and he has been since Sunday afternoon.

I kind of started telling the whole story before I realized I hadn’t updated that he had come home, but he did! On his third day post-op, he was cleared of any risk factors via MRI and sent home. It was quick and surprising, and we didn’t question it!

We had the pleasure of getting home to an empty, peaceful house. My mom and Rae had taken the kids off to watch some curling and get a change of scenery, so Brady and I sat cozy in the living room and took some deep breaths.

In some ways, we have some normalcy. And in other ways, the entire thing is still totally surreal.

Brain surgery was one week ago. One. Like. Last week, someone cut his head open…

Speaking of that, I’d like to show some pictures from the day of and into recovery. Some might have IVs, or blood, or stitches. Can everyone hack it? I guess I’m not really asking for permission. Just a warning that the next couple will be a touch more graphic if you don’t prefer any blood or yuck. Everyones ick factor is different, and I don’t think my husband is icky. But if you might think his surgery is, I suggest skipping the next couple of posts 💜 No harm no foul.

Happy Easter break, everyone 💜 Take a deep breath and put your feet up if possible. Rest.