Sorry for not blogging in forever, but life has been crazy/busy lately! I’ve been super busy with both real estate and substitute teaching. I also have a new nephew, Patrick John, who was welcomed into the world on April 21. Finally a boy for my family; we are thrilled! Congratulations to my sister Katie and her hubby Rick!
For those of you who did not already know, May is brain tumor awareness month. We brain tumor folk go “gray in May” for brain tumor awareness. I feel more connected to my fellow acoustic neuroma and ANA communities now more than ever. I have joined several Facebook groups dedicated to brain tumor survivors, specifically acoustic neuroma patients. These have been a great support for me and a nice place to go with questions and/or to give advice to others. I will be attending another ANA support group meeting this Saturday. I am so looking forward to that!
At the beginning of May, I had another MRI and follow-up visit with Dr. Anderson. He said my scan looked great! It was hard to tell if Trudy’s remnants have shrunk more, but I know one thing for certain—the tumor is not growing! In another 6 months, I will return to the claustrophobia trap everyone calls an MRI machine. Sigh. I have come to the realization I will be having MRIs at least once a year, perhaps for life.
Also, over the past few weeks, I started substitute teaching again. After that bad experience I had in January with the out-of-control second graders, I sort of when on hiatus from anything teaching-related, but I have since forced myself back into it. To say it’s getting easier would be a lie. It is extremely challenging and frustrating, but I still push myself and keep on trying. I don’t want to give up on teaching, something I am passionate about and studied for so long. The SSD, or single-sided deafness, continues to be my biggest challenge, especially in a noisy classroom. I also have a hard time locating sounds since I only have one ear that works. After a bad day, I find myself getting discouraged and quite depressed. On the other hand, I feel hopeful after the good ones. It really seems to depend on the group of students and the teacher’s classroom management plan.
Last, Skrillex is officially gone and you can barely see my scar, at all, thanks to my wonderful doctors. I can also put my hair in a low-ponytail again without tons of little hairs sticking out! Such trivial girl things, but I am celebrating it as another one of those “mini-milestones.”