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I came across the "official" diagnosis from my stroke: Essential dissection of vertebral artery resulting in bilateral cerebellar infarctions involving the pica distribution, hydrocephalus and posterior fossa swelling, extensive PICE infarcts of the bilateral cerebellar hemispheres. Decision made to proceed with craniectomy due to swelling that was causing compression of the brain stem. operation report indicates a burr hole . The suboccipital region was exposed, a series of burr holes were placed in this region and then working side to side decrompression was accomplished with removing successive segments of bone, once the necrotic tissue was removed the cavity was ultimately closed with the use of dural patches allowing the dura to balloon slightly outward in order to accommodate any future swelling in the area of the posterior crainial fossa bilaterally.

There are other interesting tidbits that will be posted later, but this might give a little insight into the severity of my stroke.

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  1. Jim, this is where a true damage diagnosis would be helpful. If our doctors can't even describe the areas of the brain that were affected I don't see how our therapists can do their jobs. We also can't write up case studies with such vague descriptions. This is one of my pet peeves. But then I'm not in the medical profession so I shouldn't question the gods.
    Dean

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