The neurosurgeon, in his wisdom, said "Sure you can go to Amicalola Falls with the group from Tiny Stitches the weekend after you have brain surgery, if you feel like going." Now, let me just say this. In a week when I heard a lot of no, including "no, you cannot take a shower" and "no, you cannot leave your room" hearing yes meant everything to me. What he knew but I didn't, was that there was no way I was going to be able to go. He wasn't worried I'd get to the mountains and be far away from medical professionals because I wasn't going. No. Way. Have I mentioned how much I love my neurosurgeon? The things I like best about him include his sense of humor and his ability to empathize with my desire to live as normal a life as possible. (That and the whole "I can cut into your brain and not cause major damage" thing is pretty cool, too.)
I feel so loved!