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Day 6: Surgery...

July 21, 2014
Here's the rundown: the increased bleeding should not be occurring.  It is what is causing his increased symptoms and pain.  The neurosurgeon came in and talked to us and feels that we have to try this because continuing to bleed is not a good option.

Post-surgery expectations: hopefully he'll be the same as he is now.  The goal is to prevent further bleeding and further complications from swelling, pressure, blood, etc.  This will not reverse what has already been done.

Surgery detail: They will make a c-shaped incision behind the left ear.  He will enter through a small area and go through the spinal fluid.  Luckily, the hematoma is close to the surface so the surgeon feels confident that he'll be able to reach it easily.

If you look at the CT image below, you'll see a black area in the middle.  That's the target.   Pray that is gone later today.

We appreciate all of your love and prayers.  Please no other visitors until further notice.  We are all processing so much and know you care and love us.  Matt is scared, and I am too.  Your prayers are the best right now.

I'll update later. 

- Marissa

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  1. We are praying Marissa. Love you guys to the moon and back!

    Love,

    Wendi, Mike, Nicki, Chelsea, and Sarah

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  2. We continue to pray for Matt and strength for you.
    Charlotte and Curtis

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