Additionally, if you look closely, you'll see the small valve that she has installed in her head to help monitor pressure and drain fluid.
For those of you who are older, I keep hearing the "Six Million Dollar Man" opening montage in my head. Stronger...faster...
Next: I feel like we need a codeword for the next phase. D-Day was officially named "Operation Neptune", and many of you know about "Operation Desert Storm". So what might a codeword for the next phase be? Comment on this post, use FB messenger, email or text... we'll host a "best of" for the naming rights.
Back to the "news", if that's what you can call it.
We probably won't hear back about the post-op MRI results until Monday or so, as everyone worked so darned long yesterday, and it's a weekend.
We're going to be meeting Dr. Patricia Robertson early next week to talk about chemotherapy, and we've been told by multiple sources that she's good stuff and really the person to go to. Yay for that.
They're predicting, as you might imagine, that the chemo is going to be.....hard. But since I haven't ever seen a person talking about how awesome chemo was for them, that's pretty much par for the course.
Not much else to report. Anya, Grammie and Papa are coming up to see Amelie today, and I'm running back home to get stuff. I think I might just need to make a few stops to buy some stuff to liven up the room too, for when Amie can start to move around.