We made it through that first grueling night. I've come to the conclusion that there is no benefit of past experience for brain surgery. I don't know any better how to relieve the pain. I can't reduce that residual nausea any more now than I could last time. I still have no idea how to help Steven relax the very tense and sore neck muscles. Learning curves do no good in brain surgery.
But, this morning he is resting.
The many medicines are still running through the lines. The pain has less edge this morning, the nausea is abating, and the neck muscles, hopefully, will relax a bit more with each new day of healing.
Yesterday evening was my emotional low. After a sleepless night, a tense day of waiting for news, the relief that this tumor is gone, and then the labor intense love of being in the ICU, I ran into my valley.
I just can't imagine that we will have to do this again. The hard part is knowing that Steven will face this for the rest of his life. This is so much bigger than a simple benign brain tumor. Rejoicing over the successful surgery for the pesky tumor felt odd when I know that the nasty brain stem tumor is still invading Steven's life.
But, this morning Steven is sleeping peacefully.
And now we'll have to start climbing back to the mountain top!
Twenty-four hours later, and he's sitting...