For example, if I were to one day have a stroke that led me to suspect that my wife had been replaced by an impostor, would I be doomed to believe it, or would I be capable of rationalizing that something had gone wrong inside my head, even though it might feel like she's been replaced?
I'm a psychology student and I read about hemispatial neglect and it got me wondering. Didn't find anything on Google.
Hi all,
Don't know how I never thought to check on reddit for all things brain cancer, but here I am.
With recent updates to my situation, I thought it would be appropriate to share my experience thus far and potentially update from there as time goes by.
Diagnosis (may 2015)
On may 23rd, 2015 (I was 30 then), I woke up with a sore tongue, thought I might as well get my pharmacist's opinion on what these dark spots on there could be: after being rerouted to the ER and scanned and waited for a few hours, I would just learn that I had experienced a grand mal seizure and that there was a "lesion" in my brain. A few days later came the MRI and they were pretty confident straight away that it was a grade 2 astrocytoma, incurable, with a life expectancy of 8 to 10 years. OK.
Choosing the surgeon/surgery type (may-july 2015)
Sure it was incurable, but at least it was operable.
Where I got the diagnosis, the neurosurgeon was pretty straightforward. With its location (within the motor areas), it was best to just have a standard brain surgery, which would likely result in some left limb deficits, most likely losing some foot function and relatively likely leg as well.
I had heard of awake brain surgery and immediately sent an email to a few neurosurgeons experts in the field, not realistically expecting a reply: amazingly they all replied within a few hours.
I ended up meeting with one of them and the feeling was great: he knew how to talk to me, consider me as a "partner" rather than a thing that would end up on the operating table, which was the feeling I got from the first neurosurgeon I interacted with.
He was not as pessimistic as the other one either regarding the post-operative consequences and even considered that based on the location, it would be rather risky to do it without me as a copilot (going through the secondary motor area and fooling around quite a bit with my motor functions).
I chose that option, I guess being part of the process also gave me some sort of empowerment at a time where you just feel like the world is falling down on you.
The 1st Surgery (sept 2015)
Flash forward a few month and there I am, waking up from a semi-conscious state, lying down with my left arm hanging, ready to act.
I stayed awake for next to 3 hours, moving my arms and legs as instructed, with either getting stuck when some functional part was touched by the neurosurgeon's manoeuvers, and also interacting constantly during the steps wh
I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
Do your worst!
