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October 27, 2007
Not Rocket Science

The phone rang earlier today, and I was surprised (to put it mildly) to hear my neurosurgeon on the other end of the line. He was in his office catching up after returning from the annual conference (Research Update in Neuroscience for Neurosurgeons) for which he was Director, and was making calls so his desk would be clear on Monday. After a minute or two of polite conversation, he got to the point.

Based on testing and on my symptoms, a shunt is not a sure thing for a 100% fix, but it will yield positive results. The thinking is that there are probably two separate things going on in my central nervous system, and that surgery will alleviate one of them, allowing the other to be looked for without the complication of hydrocephalus.

Thus the doc's recommendation is that I have the surgery to install a shunt. Any other condition notwithstanding, it will improve my physical capability.

It may be brain surgery, but the decision to have it is, for me, not exactly rocket science.

I think we'll be scheduling this to happen as soon as humanly possible.

Posted by Russ at 03:57 PM, October 27, 2007 in Health

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"The thinking is that there are probably two separate things going on in my central nervous system...."

Russ, I've been telling you for years that there's a time for walking, and a time for chewing gum. Both at once is just playing with fire.

I feel like having some gum--RESPONSIBLY--so I'm going to stop using the computer now. Perhaps I'll even recline to safely enjoy the serene supine sensation of wholesome chewing pleasure.

Posted by: John at October 28, 2007 02:26 PM


What's the big deal? I've said you've had a hole in your head for years. One more couldn't hurt.

Actually, I played golf with a neuro-cutter a few weeks ago. He was Armenian and spoke with a very thick accent....Waggling his driver he says, "Hydrocephalus? Not a big problem. 30, 40 minutes."

Slice.

(The golf ball)

"Now that is big problem."

Big smile. Made me feel better.

Posted by: Brad at October 29, 2007 10:28 PM


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