Alea Jacta Est

I have started several posts in the last two weeks. I have made lists of people to write to and to e-mail, but never actually written. My garden is totally neglected. The laundry is pretty much up to date, but nothing is ironed. I have ignored phone calls.

Let me just address the why. I have written before about the condition called Trigeminal Neuralgia. I have had it for several years and of late I have had too many flare ups for my comfort. My neurologist had never been in favor of surgery, and when he did send me to a neurosurgeon the latter announced I was "too old". When I spent a couple of days in hospital a month or so ago, I woke from a nap to find a man sitting on my bed. He had ridden on his bike from his nearby home to talk to me. Long story short, he was a neurosurgeon newly arrived in the area. He had worked with Peter Janetta who had pioneered Microvascular Decompression surgery, which is now widely used throughout the country. If you are really interested, you can look it up. After numerous tests I am considered a viable candidate (this man has operated on a 94 year old woman) and I will have the surgery this week. I have no idea what the recovery will be like for me, but I am hoping I can make up my un-done tasks. Well, maybe not the gardening.

In the meantime, the die is cast.