The RFA (Radiofrequency Ablation ) to treat the lesions on my liver has been scheduled for next Tuesday, 12/4/12. The procedure will consist of me being placed in an MRI machine (while under general anesthesia) at which time the radiologist will use a needle like probe to ablate the minuscule spots. My oncologist and myself are very confident that the treatment will be successful. After all, I have far more to gain than to lose. The only possible deterrents are liver damage and infection; both of which seem to be rare per the doctor. Emory performs hundreds of RFA’s per year. I will go to Emory for pre-op meetings on Monday and then report to the hospital Tuesday morning at 7am. I will have the procedure done and then will stay in the hospital overnight for observation. As of now, I should be released Wednesday afternoon and may be mildly sore for a few days. You can read more about the RFA here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radiofrequency_ablation
Thank you again for your constant support and best wishes, I am so grateful that I have the best friends and family that anyone could ever ask for.
With love,
HB
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“He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dotting ones i’s rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile, that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to thus follow a dream, those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped, who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.
He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who doesn’t reply when they are asked something they do know, dies slowly.
Let’s try and avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
– Pablo Neruda
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