I'll get you my pretty...

Last night The Wizard of Oz was on this thing called "regular TV" that we were forced to watch in our hotel. It was either that or BeachbodyTV and I think at this point I have made my stance clear on the whole exercise situation. 
This is what is now responsible for the constant "Ding dong the witch is dead..." song rolling through my head. I told you all, I am not that musically mature. Or regularly mature for that matter, but that is another day.
There is this whole story that you miss when Dorothy drops her reckless butt in the middle of Whoville or where ever the story finally begins in color. There is all this pain and angst that stupid witch brought on that cute little land. We don't know their story, we don't know their loss, but we can tell by the pointe ballerinas that they have waiting in the wings that they were ready to celebrate her demise.
They knew, before the audience, that even though they celebrate, they are not done fighting. They know there is time to breathe and be thankful. 
AND then we meet the wicked witch of the West. She's new to the scene a lose cannon and we don't really know her well enough to know what she is capable of. We fear her becuase she is the unknown and also because she is busted. 
Ding, dong the wicked witch is dead...
Our tuber is gone.
That tuber we knew so well. We hated him, but we had developed a bit of a strange relationship with him. I knew what to expect. I blamed things on him. Everything would be ok once he was gone. 
And now he is gone. And a new villian creeps out of the darkness. Not quite the entrance as the Wicked Witch. Not sure this bad momma is coming in hot, cracking up like a lunatic. She is sneaky. She plays nice at times. She has hid behind her Hitler-grade brother for years. But now she is getting the stage and we will see if she is all talk or if she is ready to try to step up in his place. 
But we have her number. No more sneeking past us. We have a New Yorker and a Hoosier (kinda) working this one. Talk about a tag team. 
The doctors removed the tuber but they are not letting Luke out of the state of Texas until they get a beat on this Wild Card. 
They have placed depth elecrodes through Luke's skull and in his brain. They are bolted in and will capture electrical activity from 6 different places around the right side. 
We will leave those electrodes in his brain for 5-7 days OR until we see something we don't like coming from this area. IF Luke continutes to preform this new seizure type even after the orignial tuber is removed, there is a possibility for another ablation. 
The location of this tuber is a little more complicated and we will have to take language and left hand gross motor in to account before we determine if another ablation is a possibility. 
But that is like 3 steps down the line and it almost seems silly at this point to plan that far ahead. We know better. 
We can continue on with the parade. We have earned it for sure, but we won't forget that the witch has a sister and we aren't sure yet if she is going to earn herself a little visit from the baddest crew around. 
Team Luke coming for you baby!