Ava appeared reticent at first, and then said, "Well, I sure hope they are really good professionals, because they have to do a great job". They both struggled with it more throughout September and October and would often bring it up during snuggle time. Alex in particular was concerned that I was going to go to Heaven, and every time he asked, it was so hard for me formulate a decent answer, because his questions always made me catch my breath for a moment.
Some time in September Ava came across an image of my brain taken during my MRI/A. She asked what the picture was of, and I told her it was my brain. I showed her my brain aneurysm. She pointed to the various arteries on the image and asked what they were and what their purpose is. I explained that they carried blood to different parts of my brain, which affected different parts of my body. She said, "Oh, I get it. They are like plugs and the different parts make you who you are". I said, "Yep, Birdie, you got it!". She began describing the "plugs" to me, and I am so happy I wrote her descriptions down as she spoke.
Oh, and that's my aneurysm in the red box. He's my nemesis. Telling the kids about my surgery took a huge pressure off of me, but I started thinking about all of the other things I needed to accomplish, like talking over the *serious things" with Jeremy. I put that off as long as I could....
On another but completely related note, please lift my cousin Kiley up with your thoughts and prayers. She is having the same surgery I had done today. She is only 24 years old but is going to conquer this just like I did and my mom did before me.