Miracles for Mickey

Stay caught up! Read -  "Brain Surgery." I had brain surgery on a Friday. I spent one night in the ICU and two nights on the fourth floor before I found myself being rolled right back into that icy operating room. That weekend was pretty uneventful. I slept...a LOT. I went on a few walks, took a shower, and watched a lot of Family Feud and River Monsters. But there is one very important thing that happened that weekend, and it has changed my life ever since. I discovered the hospital mac & cheese. You guys. I can't even explain how good this stuff is. It is LITERALLY the best mac & cheese I've ever had. And I promise I'm not crazy. It's not just the pain meds talking. My friends and family all agree that it is pretty dang good. So moral of the story - if you ever stay at the Utah Valley Hospital in Provo, Utah, do yourself a favor and get the mac & cheese. Anyways, another amazing thing I was able to experience over the weekend wa

Stay caught up! Read -  "My Doctors Didn't Save Me" Brain surgery is a funny thing. It's funny because it's hard to adequately describe the experience. No two experiences are the same, and it's hard to know what to expect. No one can really prepare you for what might happen before, during, or after surgery. Not even the doctors. But the one thing that I have found to have in common with other brain surgery survivors is this - We all remember that day perfectly. April 22nd, 2016. My alarm went off early that morning and along with being tired and annoyed with the ringing coming from my phone, I felt something else. I felt excited. I know that's not the emotion most people would feel the morning of brain surgery, but I really was excited. I was excited to feel better. I was excited to get relief from all my awful symptoms. We arrived at the hospital early that morning and they immediately checked me in and took me back to one of the prep rooms. I c

Stay caught up! Read -  "Broken Hearts" Okay, I should probably clarify. My doctors did save my life. Multiple times. But there have been many people who have saved me, and they weren't always wearing a white coat and holding medical tools. My life has been saved by normal, every day people who have a desire to do good. People who make the world a better place by looking for those in need and helping them, without even a second thought. These people are my angels. These people saved my life. Thursday, April 21st, 2016 was a busy day. I woke up the same way I had been for the past month - tired, in pain, feeling like I was going to throw up, and with everything spinning. Things were so bad that I was getting to the point where brain surgery couldn't come soon enough, even though it was only one day away. I really just wanted to stay in bed for the next 24 hours until we had to leave for the hospital, but I had things to do. I had to go to my softball game