Chiari Decompression Brain Surgery

 October 10, 2011, one of the scariest days of my life but one of the best too. The day taught me to smile and appreciate every moment. It showed me that I was loved beyond measure. My journey started with what I thought was an eye problem resulted in finding out about my Chiari and Syringomyelia. I had brain decompression surgery on this day in 2011 and spent days in ICU. During those first days I honestly just wanted to give up and go on home to Heaven. The pain so intense I just didn't want to breath. Nurses struggled to help me but couldn't get me to budge. I never will forget my dad coming in that room hitting my foot and in no uncertain terms telling me to get up I was stronger than I thought. It wasn't long after his tough love pep talk that I was getting a regular room then home to months of recovery and then some. Cookie dog was a good little nurse (miss that baby), Sarah was just young, but she was always by my side willing to help, friends showered me with love my mailbox filled daily with fun Kool-Aid. family came to help and my husband Richard Brent Lund oh my you truly see the depth of love when you require assistance with everything! I'm so thankful for him he is about some tough love at times too when I need to fight harder but is soft when I need him most too. I may still suffer some symptoms but can look back and say I've seen worse days so I'm okay and I'll always remember just like Daddy said I'm stronger than all that and keep on fighting. From all this memory ramble I share today to always enjoy life love those around you don't let one moment pass without cherishing it!









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