My memories are blurred. There’s the first brain MRI. To reduce my anxiety, they gave me a peripheral muscle relaxant. Once I was inside the machine, they told me what they would do step by step through a microphone. I meditated. I felt good. Then, for the second MRI, they didn’t give me a relaxant despite my asking. There was no warning that preceded the excruciating sound. I screamed, begging them to let me free. The third one was normal.
Further, my memories become still more confused. I suddenly woke up at the facility. I was overwhelmed by feelings of fear and anger against the nurses. I screamed and tried to escape. I woke up bathed in excrement while foreign nurses cleaned me. Fear constantly accompanied me. Then I was ready for surgery. Once again, I was brought into the operation room on a stretcher. I came to from what looked to me like a long sleep.
I was really disoriented by my memories. What went first? Which MRI corresponded to which operation? Finally, I could reconstruct what had happened. First, they did a brain MRI to map the region where they would enter to take the hemangioma that had bled over the brain stem. The surgery went well. Yet, after they closed the incision, they noticed I was reacting less and less. They did a brain MRI, and it showed that there had been a hemorrhage in the right occipital lobe – an expected complication. The hemorrhage had caused the brain to swell, and the swollen brain had brought about a coma.
They operated on the right temporal side, but the unexpected happened – there was no improvement. new MRI showed another bleeding. They operated again to stop it, but I was still in a coma. So, they decided to take out part of the temporal bone in order for the blood to come out and the pressure to drop, and finally I woke up slightly. They put bandages on my skull to prevent the blood from flowing out; they would wait to insert the bone plate that would replace the broken bone. The team was wonderful. They reacted quickly to the danger that threatened me, and therefore saved my life. I’m told that when I came to, my left limbs were paralyzed, and the rest of my body behaved like that of a newborn baby – I could neither talk nor swallow. That’s why I was moved to the ICU until my brain would recover. Then, I was moved to the facility.
Further, my memories become still more confused. I suddenly woke up at the facility. I was overwhelmed by feelings of fear and anger against the nurses. I screamed and tried to escape. I woke up bathed in excrement while foreign nurses cleaned me. Fear constantly accompanied me. Then I was ready for surgery. Once again, I was brought into the operation room on a stretcher. I came to from what looked to me like a long sleep.
I was really disoriented by my memories. What went first? Which MRI corresponded to which operation? Finally, I could reconstruct what had happened. First, they did a brain MRI to map the region where they would enter to take the hemangioma that had bled over the brain stem. The surgery went well. Yet, after they closed the incision, they noticed I was reacting less and less. They did a brain MRI, and it showed that there had been a hemorrhage in the right occipital lobe – an expected complication. The hemorrhage had caused the brain to swell, and the swollen brain had brought about a coma.
They operated on the right temporal side, but the unexpected happened – there was no improvement. new MRI showed another bleeding. They operated again to stop it, but I was still in a coma. So, they decided to take out part of the temporal bone in order for the blood to come out and the pressure to drop, and finally I woke up slightly. They put bandages on my skull to prevent the blood from flowing out; they would wait to insert the bone plate that would replace the broken bone. The team was wonderful. They reacted quickly to the danger that threatened me, and therefore saved my life. I’m told that when I came to, my left limbs were paralyzed, and the rest of my body behaved like that of a newborn baby – I could neither talk nor swallow. That’s why I was moved to the ICU until my brain would recover. Then, I was moved to the facility.
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