as the survivor of
two pallidotomies in 1996 (the first one successful beyond my wildest dreams and the second one nearly killing me), i share your anxiety about an upcoming dbs. this is how i came to the decision: at first the idea of someone drilling into my skull and tapdancintg around in my brain seemed to me to be as far out there as was the first time i saw star wars. then, like a piece of dirt that gets caught in an oyster, the idea got into my head; and slowly, patiently my brain worked the idea like an oyster works the piece of dirt...rounding it, polishing it, caring for it until at last it becomes a pearl and seems to be the only logical alternative to life as i was used to living it. i have never regretted that decision.
now, my good friend Bob Benjamin is in the midst of his Light of Day concert series after having undergone a dbs just last month and my good friend holly angus is preparing to have hers at the end of january. you and all the other brave trailblazers in this scarey option are always in my prayers.
Joan Blessington Snyder 55/17
"Hang tough...no way through it but to do it."
Chris in the Morning Northern Exposure