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<\/p>\nOk, on with the story. \u00a0If you’ve read parts 1-7 you know I’ve been through quite the ordeal so far. \u00a0It’s over now.\u00a0 All that is behind me and I can move on.\u00a0 I can start living my life again and not worry about what’s wrong with me or what surgery I need next. \u00a0This was in the fall of 1995 and I’m feeling pretty good.\u00a0 I started working a managing a store again and gigging with my sax full-time.\u00a0 All that bad tumor stuff was behind me………….<\/p>\n
Although,……..about once a week I started getting these unbearable headaches. \u00a0I never had headaches like these before. \u00a0I just felt awful. \u00a0My head would have this dull ache and sometimes sharp pains. \u00a0 I couldn’t stand noise or bright lights or anything. \u00a0At times,\u00a0 I would feel really nauseous, sometimes even throwing up. \u00a0 The only thing that would get rid of it was sleep. \u00a0If I slept for any amount of time when I woke up it would be gone. \u00a0I got in the habit when I had these headaches of taking Tylenol PM then falling asleep for 4-6 hours during the day and when I woke up the headache would be gone. These headaches would occur about every 7-10 days on average. \u00a0I didn’t go to see anyone about these headaches because I thought they were just a side effect of having your brain operated on. \u00a0Once in a while,\u00a0 I would have the amusing thought that maybe they left a scalpel or sponge in my head and that was causing my headache issues but that was me just using my humor to deal with the situation.<\/p>\n
In August of 1996 (almost a year later),\u00a0 I got one of these horrible headaches. \u00a0I knew it was coming and called in sick to work that day. \u00a0It was a bad one. \u00a0I immediately took some Tylenol PM and fell asleep thinking that the headache would be gone when I woke up. \u00a0I woke up a few hours later and ran to the bathroom to throw up. \u00a0My head was killing me! \u00a0This was the worst headache I had ever had! \u00a0I laid in my bed and a couple minutes later had to run to the bathroom again to throw up. This order of events continued over the next hour and soon it was all just dry heaves and my head felt like it was going to explode! \u00a0I mean it was the worst headache you could imagine TIMES 10!<\/p>\n
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Back to MGH again!<\/strong><\/p>\n Finally, after realizing that the dry heaves were not stopping,\u00a0 I got my roommate and told him he had to drive me to Mass General Emergency room.\u00a0 Something was seriously wrong with me. \u00a0He drove me as I moaned and threw up over and over again into a large black garbage bag the whole ride there. \u00a0I remember sitting in that all to familiar emergency room hugging my big black garbage bag as I waited to throw up again. My head hurt so bad that I think if had had a gun I would have ended it right there. \u00a0I was moaning and rocking back and forth. (I kind of missed the the first visit there when I was\u00a0 laughing hysterically…….)<\/p>\n After what seemed like an incredibly long wait, they finally saw me. \u00a0I told them my symptoms and they decided to do a lumbar puncture. \u00a0I had no idea what that was but cried out \u00a0“Just do it!” \u00a0 I also kept asking and pleading for some form of pain medication. \u00a0Anything……..Morphine would work, Codeine, Percocet, Vicodin…….JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING!!!!! They politely said “No” and that they had to assess what was wrong first.<\/p>\n So………they performed a lumbar puncture. \u00a0Now, for those of you who don’t know, a lumbar puncture is where they stick a pretty long needle into your lower spine and withdraw spinal fluid.\u00a0 They then take that spinal fluid to the lab to examine it.\u00a0 As they described the procedure to me I was scared but at the same time, I was in so much pain that I wanted them to just get it over with. \u00a0I had to curl up into a ball on a table and they inserted the large needle into my spinal cord.\u00a0 It was not a pleasant experience for me……..<\/p>\n They came back a little while later and said that I had bacterial meningitis. \u00a0My first words as I remember were \u00a0“NOW, CAN I HAVE SOME FREAKIN’ DRUGS?” \u00a0(Sorry for my language, trying to make this realistic) They soon came with some nice drugs that took the pain away. \u00a0I was so so happy after that. \u00a0My pain was gone and I felt like I was floating………….<\/p>\n Anyways, they gave me whatever I needed to fight bacterial meningitis and I got better. \u00a0I remember them telling me that I was very lucky that I had come in and probably would have died if I didn’t. I remember an awkward prayer where I thanked God that I gone to the hospital\u00a0 in time but at the same time I was wondering why God would give me bacterial meningitis in the first place after everything I had been through already.\u00a0 I finally resolved that I would never know the answers to those types of questions and decided to put that question in my list of questions to ask God someday…….\u00a0\u00a0 It was a close call and I was glad to be alive. (not to mention not have that horrible headache)<\/p>\n Now, the number one question on every doctors mind that came to see me was “How had I gotten bacterial meningitis?”. They were questioning me like I had committed some crime or something.\u00a0 I guess this type of bacterial meningitis just doesn’t pop up out of nowhere in adults very often. \u00a0They were asking me about every detail of my life and they all looked a little bewildered to be honest. \u00a0 Near the end of my stay, an intern came in and was chatting with me and asking questions. He asked what I did for a living. \u00a0I responded that I played the saxophone professionally. He jumped up out of his chair and said “THAT’S IT!” and ran out of the room. \u00a0I just sat there thinking “OK, that was weird!”.<\/p>\n A little while later,\u00a0 a whole team of residents in training, and the head doctor came in with that intern smiling this big cheesy grin.\u00a0 It’s always funny to see all these residents in white coats coming in with the head doctor and his white coat. Looks sort of like a flock of geese……… The doctor said that they had concluded that my saxophone playing had opened up my eustachian tube (they had sealed this on the left side of my head when I had the brain tumor surgery a year earlier).\u00a0 They surmised that the opening eustachian tube was letting bacteria enter up into my brain from my mouth and causing the meningitis. \u00a0They couldn’t see the opening on the MRI’s and CT scans but they thought that when I played the saxophone, the added pressure was probably opening up the eustachian tube they had sealed shut in the first surgery. \u00a0Solution: they had to go back in and seal it up again. \u00a0I wasn’t too happy about that………another brain operation!<\/p>\n They called my surgeon in and I remember him coming into my room to talk to me. \u00a0Now pay attention here because this is pretty darn funny! (at the time it wasn’t)\u00a0 The surgeon comes in my room to talk about the whole procedure and in the process mentions that in the future I can never play the saxophone again.\u00a0 Let me repeat that, he says I CAN NEVER PLAY THE SAXOPHONE AGAIN!!!\u00a0 \u00a0He just keeps rambling on but then stops when he notices the pale complexion of my face and my watery eyes perhaps.\u00a0 As we stare at each other in silence,\u00a0 I ask “What did you mean by that?” \u00a0He responds “It is far too dangerous. \u00a0If you play your sax, the pressure could open this up again and you could die.\u00a0 It’s better not to play and live a long happy life.” \u00a0There was a long awkward silence after that. \u00a0I was speechless. \u00a0Finally,\u00a0 I said “You don’t understand, this has been my life since 7th grade. \u00a0This has been all I’ve done and pursued. \u00a0I love it!”<\/p>\n Now, if this was in a movie you can imagine that this would be a big scene.\u00a0 This would be that big tear jerker scene where someone would win an Oscar or something for their emotional portrayal. There’s a moment of silence that is just frozen in time as you wait for what the doctor will say. \u00a0 What tender and thoughtful words will he utter to console this beaten down victim of fate? \u00a0 What words of wisdom and support will he offer? \u00a0 Surely this man of great learning and study would offer the perfect words for his patient. Here are the words I have etched in my memory from that day as one of MGH’s top Neurosurgeons said them:<\/p>\n “I can totally understand how you feel. \u00a0I play bass in the hospital band and really love it also. \u00a0If I had to give up bass playing, it would devastate me also.” \u00a0I don’t remember what he said next. \u00a0I remember he got up and walked out of the room and I was in this cloud of thought. \u00a0The words that kept resounding in that cloud were these\u00a0 “DUDE, YOU’RE A FREAKIN’ NEUROSURGEON!” \u00a0I mean come on, the guy had Neurosurgery to fall back on if something happened and he couldn’t play the bass in his fun doctor band or whatever it was. \u00a0The point is, that he chose to go into neurosurgery and play bass as a hobby on the side. \u00a0I didn’t do that.\u00a0 I didn’t have neurosurgery to fall back on!\u00a0 I chose saxophone over everything else.\u00a0 I didn’t really care too much about anything else,\u00a0 I just wanted to play my sax. Now, the Doctor was saying I couldn’t do that anymore! \u00a0 I was devastated! \u00a0 I’m too emotional to go on……………..I’ll see you in part 9<\/a>.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Ok, on with the story. \u00a0If you’ve read parts 1-7 you know I’ve been through quite the ordeal so far. \u00a0It’s over now.\u00a0 All that is behind me and I can move on.\u00a0 I can start living my life again and not worry about what’s wrong with me or what surgery I need next. \u00a0This […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":63,"featured_media":101890,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[226],"tags":[247,224,225],"class_list":{"0":"post-817","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-brain-tumor-story","8":"tag-bacterial-meningitis","9":"tag-brain-tumor","10":"tag-laughing","11":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/817","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/63"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=817"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/817\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/101890"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=817"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=817"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=817"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}