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I visited the neurosurgeon today...

I had a really good visit with the neurosurgeon...that is, after I got over being frustrated at driving 1 1/2 hours and then waiting for 2 hours for my appointment, and then my appointment was only 10 minutes! (But that is a side issue). The result of my appointment was what I had anticipated...they recommend against doing the surgery. Apparently they do that type of surgery (removal of the occipital bone flap) pretty frequently. Many times people are born with a malformation and they have to remove that bone flap to fix the malformation. Anyway, what she said is that even in kids as young as 1 or 2 years old they do the surgery and do not do anything to fix it. And then she told me what I wanted to hear...as with any little child, kids frequently fall...since they do not recommend that parents shelter their kids, they told me not to allow the fact that the occipital bone is missing to make me do any less. In other words, if I want to run a 10K race, then I should and not let the fact that my occipital bone is mission. That really eased my mind because I really did not want to be too active as long as I had that gaping hole in my head...the neurosurgeon just told me not to worry about it.

Another thing that I thought was interesting that I do not I have mentioned before...for those of you who are not theological people, John Piper is the author of "Desiring God" and is the founder of Desiring God ministries. He is a nationally recognized pastor and author and is very respected within theological circles. Anyway, I was talking with someone the other day and we were talking about my surgery. He mentioned Dr. Piper and said, "It would be crazy if his first name was John..." I had never really put 2 and 2 together...but my surgeon's name is John Piper. I just thought that was pretty funny.

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