Tuber out, but...

Luke is out of surgery and all the tubers they were targeting are out. Dr. Curry was very happy with the ablation. Nothing was left behind this time. 

On the scan they found a small blood clot in the area that was ablated on Tuesday. Happens in 1% of all brain surgeries, but has happened in 66.6666% of Luke's. Bad blood clots are big and dense, Luke's is small and spread out.

​Heading to the ICU for overnight monitoring. Luke was mad at us because we didn't get him Cheerios fast enough, but other than that I am in awe of the fact this kid just had his second brain surgery in a week. He is playing and singing (his own version) and eating and drinking. He is hugging and kissing and bossing us around. 

Every time he moves or twitches, I jump ready for a seizure. I am trying to prepare my self for the possibility that the seizures could still come back. I will never put down my aromor. I will never be ready to jump in to battle. The possible victory in this visit will remind me that even when you are lying on the battlefield, bruised and beaten, that does not mean it is over. We all have a fight everyday that gets us out of bed while on somedays makes us want to crawl back under the covers, to be seizure free, to be sober, to be happy, to love yourself. We fight because we are built to push and grow. It feels right because we are warriors. 

I will not take of my armor tomorrow, but I may see how difficult it is to dance while wearing it. 
Two things that I hope I do until the day I die. Fight and Dance.