I'm using the LJ app and it's weird.
Anyway Amrit survived the aneurysm. It was massive. 3cm and perfectly spherical, pushing into 2 regions of his brain. He had his first seizures when he was 6 and rather than find why it was happening, he was prescribed keppra and sent on his way. Fast forward 21 years later and the seizures start again.
I knew immediately what was wrong. Well no, I thought he was having a stroke. I begged him to let me take him to the ER but he refused.
I finally got him to go to the doctor who agreed something was terribly wrong. 2 weeks later, diagnosis, sedation and 3 days of planning by a team of 4 neurosurgeons at University of Kansas. 16 hours of a complicated procedure. Koji Ebersole was the lead and he is pretty much a brain magician as far as I'm concerned. The process consisted of digging deep into his brain and using a vein from his forehead to build a bypass around the aneurysm, then sucking the blood from the aneurysm and making sure it didn't refill. The bypass veins kept blowing out so that was the worst. But once thay got the vein in place, he was golden. No aneurysm refill. Clipped and died.
I was alone when he was released to his room at 3am on February 12. He wasn't waking up. They had to do 2 scans to make sure there was brain activity.
I didn't sleep for 50 hours straight. Barely ate but drank my weight in coke zero.
I saw some things. I was in protector mode the first week. I took off work and got my FMLA lined out, and only left Amritpal's side to shower. He was on a feeding tube for 2 weeks, unable to speak which was horrific, and had no idea where he was or who anyone was or what was going on.
When his memory started returning, he didn't remember me which hit me really hard. I can't even describe the emotional trauma of your spouse not remembering who you are. I couldn't stop crying. I wouldn't let him see me cry though, I'd go to the shower for families. It wasn't his fault, so I didn't want him seeing me broken down.
I eventually had to return to Rolla which REALLY SUCKED. Again couldn't stop crying, missed him so much I was nonfunctional. I stayed with my mom because I just couldn't be alone.
But he called me out of the blue one evening, able to barely speak Punjabi. No English, Hindi or Urdu, but his Punjabi was on point. He remembered me and said just needed to hear my voice.
He didn't remember me the following day.
It kept cycling around until BOOM, remembers everything! Or seems to. He's walking almost completely unassisted now. You can definitely tell by his odd movements there was brain trauma. That and the fucking huge scar on his head, lulz.
But he's just as sassy and ornery as ever!
I looked into moving to KC but he said he'll come back to Rolla in 2 months, once intensive rehabilitation ends.
Life, man. What the hell.