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Well, it seems that everyday is a big day now...

Everyone is getting sick of me saying this, but today is a big day for me. Of course, knowing the alternative, any day that I am vertical is a good day! But, today, for the first time since my surgery, I am going to meet with the surgeon that did my stroke surgery! I really want to thank him, because he did a good job with my surgery.

I think it will be a bigger day for Laura (if that's possible) because it will be the first time she will be able to ask him exactly what he did. Overall, I think it will be a good visit, but I also think it will be informative, as well.

I have an appointment in Iowa City with a stroke specialist on March 3. The Dr. wants me to have an MRA (done on the same machine as an MRI) beforehand. That will have to be done in the morning, then I have the appointment with the Dr. at 2:00. What they are having a problem with me is that they don't know what caused my stroke. They know, generally, what happened, but they don't know for sure what caused it. The stroke specialist will try to tell me not only what happened to me, but why. The Dr. I met with at Methodist told me that it has to be 1 of 3 things: my heart, and it is good; my veins and they are good, or it has to be my blood. That is the one thing they cannot test with a machine, so they are referring me on to the Dr. in Iowa City.

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