the neurosurgeon called me a couple days later and said we definitely need to do something, but that the avm was too big for radiation, so my only option was surgery. because of the pandemic, they were only doing essential surgeries, but he gave me a date two months later in march.
i spent the time waiting for surgery planning out my life, tying up loose ends, cleaning my apartment and making sure all my laundry was done. any information i was given was over the phone by my neurosurgeon or his secretary, which i frantically wrote down. i live by myself, so there wasn’t anyone around to hear it or fill in the gaps. he went over the potential side effects, like a five per cent chance of permanent paralysis and a 15 per cent chance of temporary paralysis. the chances were so low, i figured that i was going into it trying to be positive since there was an 85 per cent chance that nothing was going to happen.
and?
i was so groggy when i first came to, i don’t even remember thinking about whether or not i was paralyzed. they took the breathing tube out of my throat, and it was so painful — that’s all i could focus on. i found out that the doctors were able to remove the avm, so that was good.
but then my surgeon came to see me and he was on my left side, saying, ‘ok, squeeze my hand.’ i tried to squeeze it and nothing happened. then he went down to my toes and asked me to wiggle my toes, but i couldn’t do anything. i think he felt a flicker in my hand, and he said my hand and arm will come back but he wasn’t sure about my leg. i had left-side body paralysis. i spent two weeks at kingston general hospital then five weeks at providence care hospital for rehabilitation.
physiotherapy must have been gruelling.