Six Months post surgery

It's been over six months now since my last bout of brain surgery. Time has certainly flown! The first two months after surgery are pretty weird really - on the one hand, at the time everything seems to go very slowly because a) doing minor things like making a cup of tea are a huge effort, and b) you get pretty bored sitting around but don't have the energy to actually do anything. But in retrospect, time seems to have sped by, because the days of recovery just turn into a vague blur of teacups and low-quality daytime TV.

So how am I doing? I haven't actually really taken the time to sit down and address that question in a blog post for quite a while. This is, happily, probably because the answer is: pretty good! Everyone who knows me is now bored of me going on and on about how much muscle I have put on in the last six months - not least because, as far as outward appearances are concerned, I have not visibly morphed into Arnold(ina) Schwartzenegger. For which I am rightly grateful.

But for years, the high levels of thyroid hormone rushing around my system have been subtly damaging my muscles and impairing my body's ability to produce new muscle. When I had a body density scan last July, the results freaked me out a little - I had a high percentage of body fat - but my endocrinologist explained this was probably due to unusually low muscle rather than high levels of fat. Since recovering from surgery, though, I have gone back to doing the same level of exercise I had been doing previously - several hours of dancing, lots of walking, and I've now started swimming and the odd cycle ride - but the difference is remarkable, because I'm finally actually seeing results from it. Things are becoming noticeably easier than they were even before I was diagnosed. I bought a new bicycle a few weeks ago and then went on a bike ride with my boyfriend, and actually got a bit teary-eyed by the end, because we'd cycled for around an hour and finished with an uphill stretch and I felt.... Totally fine. Even back in my first year of university, three years before I was actually diagnosed, I would have found that quite a push. I always blamed myself and assumed I was just really unfit but it did seem unfair that even when I played badminton regularly, walked lots and cycled, I always seemed to find exercise much harder than everyone else. Now, looking back, I finally know why.

Other positive things include an improvement with my hair - if you've read my blog before, you might remember that my hair has been falling out on and off since I was about 17 - the first symptom of my pituitary tumour. It has definitely improved since surgery. It's quite normal for your hair to fall out a bit for a couple of weeks about three months after surgery, which did happen, but overall I have noticed an improvement. It's falling out less when I wash my hair, and I have lots of short new hairs growing around my hairline (which actually just looks like a hilarious fluffy mess, but I do not care). It's not entirely linear progress - about a week ago I had quite a lot of hair come out in the shower - but it is progress. Of course, the trouble with hair is that it grows slowly, so even if the good progress continues it would still be quite a long time before I see my hair back to normal - and I guess it's probably unlikely it will ever get back to how it was before. I haven't been to a hairdressers in years because I just hate having the focus on my hair, and I've worn a hairband every day since midway through my third year at university (now three years ago - wow!) to hide just how thin and patchy it is. It would be really nice if I could feel confident to go out with my hair down again.

In other news, my heart still goes a little fast now and then but an ECG scan I had a month or two back didn't show anything strange. I'm supposed to have been referred for a 24 hour heart tape, but nothing seems to have come of it - I need to contact my GP's again I guess.

I'm resigned to the fact that my nose and sinuses are never going to be the same after two pituitary surgeries via the nasal cavities, but there you go! I take a fluticasone steroid nose spray every day which helps to minimise the irritation. Having started swimming, I've noticed that my nose and sinuses become hugely irritated by the chlorine and if I don't use my sinus rinse after swimming, I wake up the next morning sounding incredibly nasal. I love singing and occasionally if my nose is really irritated it does affect my voice, but for the most part the fluticasone spray seems to work.

So there you go! Six months down the line, overall I'm probably feeling the best I have in a very long time, albeit with some minor niggles. Fingers crossed the good progress continues.

Anaesthetime

Going Under

So I was wheeled into the little anteroom by the operating theatre; the connecting doors were open so I could see into the main theatre room, which was a bit weird. The first thing they do (reassuringly) is to check you're the right person, both by asking you and by checking the ID tags on your wrist and ankle. Then it becomes a bit of a flurry of activity really; you have to untie the hospital gown so it's basically just an extra blanket, make sure your glasses are labelled before they take them off, etc etc. The various anaesthetists and nurses and assistants are really lovely; both times I've had a general anaesthetic, they've done a stellar job of distracting me and keeping me feeling pretty calm about the whole thing.

I had a mask with some oxygen flowing to breathe while they put a cannula in my left wrist. The anaesthetist warned that I might feel a little sting as the anaesthetic was administered, but it was actually surprisingly painful as it moved up my arm. Upon waking up I discovered that at some point the vein had blown, they'd taken that cannula out and put one in my right wrist instead, so I don't know if that would explain why it hurt more than I expected. Equally possible I guess is that it always hurts like that but most people forget once they've been knocked out?

Incidentally, common misconception about cannulae; they're little flexible plastic tubes that sit inside the vein, they don't have needles in - the needle is just used to insert it and is then removed.

Waking Up

I woke up gradually and was fully awake by about half-past twelve; there was a clock opposite my bed. Immediately I took this to be a good sign, as I knew I'd had the general anaesthetic about nine. Given that it would have taken some time to get me into and out of the theatre, that vaguely indicated an operating time of around three hours, which implied there probably hadn't been much in the way of complications like, say, a cerebrospinal fluid leak. Lack of complications is good.

The first thing I noticed, of course, was pain: I didn't have much of it. The second thing I noticed was: there were no bandages in my nose! Last time I had transsphenoidal surgery, my nose was packed with rolls of wadding afterwards, and having it taken out was a pretty unpleasant experience. This time? Nothing. My nose was a little delicate, but it was bandage free and, remarkably, not even oozing at that point. A lovely nurse explained they had filled the wound with a kind of foam, which sets hard and then dissolves slowly. Occassionally over the next few days I would feel it creaking slightly in my head and sinuses, which was an extremely weird sensation but happily caused no actual pain.

As expected, I was really thirsty and my throat was sore from the tube they put down it. The very nice nurse came and asked me my name and where I was, and brought me a cup of water. With a straw. On reflection, maybe I should have remembered that you're not supposed to drink through straws after pituitary surgery, and in hindsight the three cups of water I proceded to drink using said straw may have contributed to the epic nosebleed I experienced some time later once I got back onto the ward. But it's hard to think straight when you've only just woken up...

Post surgery update

It's coming up on a week now since my pituitary surgery last Tuesday morning. This time last week, I went out to a meal with my boyfriend and parents, then headed home for some last-minute packing.

I seem to be doing pretty well so far (touch wood). Yesterday was fun, my boyfriend's parents came to visit which was really lovely, and I even made it outside in the snow very briefly. Normally, I am a keen maker of snowcreatures (my best effort to date being a snow walrus) so it has been very sad for me to not be able to take advantage of the weather.

Today is the first day I've not had an afternoon nap, though I'm mostly still alternating between lying on my bed and lying on the sofa downstairs. I think compared to last time I had surgery I feel a bit more awake mentally, but physically I'm still super pathetic. My brain is quite happy typing this all up, but my body is protesting that it would be so much easier to just lie down. Except then I get super bored.

In terms of medication, I'm taking hydrocortisone - that's standard after pituitary surgery as there's always a risk that the pituitary gland will stop producing adrenocorticotropic hormone after surgery, which could be quite serious. I have a nose spray and also (prepare for grossness) I have to rinse out my sinuses three times a day. It basically involves putting a bottle full of saline solution against one nostril and gently squeezing; the water then goes up one nostril and out the other. It is a very disconcerting sensation but it's actually really good. Last time I had pituitary surgery, no-one suggested this, but because I had endoscopic transsphenoidal surgery this time, an Ear Nose and Throat surgeon worked alongside my neurosurgeon, and he has instructed the sinus rinsing. The result is that I can breathe through my nose less than a week after surgery, which is a huge improvement on last time.