Wellness Secrets of a SuperAger

I went in for my fifth chemo treatment last Thursday. My oncologist said he wanted to enroll me in a clinical trial because it looked more promising for my condition. I said ok, but they required me to take a brain scan to be admitted.
I arrived for the brain scan on Friday morning and things went on schedule. When I finished, however, the attendant asked me to stick around someone wanted to ‘…discuss my scans ….” This was a first.
Shortly afterward someone from the neurosurgery department was telling me there was a ‘problem’ and I needed to go to the Emergency Room.

In the ER I learned that I had a ‘brain bleed.’ That is a build up of blood in the brain that was potentially brain damaging.
Also, in the ER there were a number of doctors who were asking me all kinds of questions: how many fingers up, what year is it, count backwards from 30 by twos…. Apparently, they were seeking a malfunction in my brain function. Thankfully, there didn’t appear to be one.
Needless to say, I was admitted to the hospital and had brain surgery the next morning.
I am writing this on Thursday morning, a week after the surgery. I lived and they successfully removed my ‘brain bleed.’
I am still recovering from my surgery, but most thankful for my ‘lucky’ brain scan. If I hadn’t had that brain scan last week, I might just be a couple of weeks away from cognitive failure.