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It's like a super EEG

That's what Dr. Neuro said. She didn't do it justice. ::smile::

There were more electrodes. Heavy duty glue to hold them in place. Data was recorded in a multitude of stimuli. Or is it stumulus? Darkness. Brightness. Flashing light-ness. Creepy twilight zone noises were funnelled through head-phones.

Among the most promising things this study can reveal will be if Trevor's brain deciphers a difference between noise & language. That'll be huge for us to know...cause right now nobody is quite certain. He likes to play his cards close!

Anyway...here's a video of Trevor listening to the twilight zone music. Unbelievably...we caught a smile too! His courage melts me!





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Shanna Grimes said…
What a brave little guy! Glad things went well. Hopefully it will reveal what's going on upstairs. When will you find out the results?

BTW...We're back at home! YAY! Going to catch up on all your posts today. Good to be home. We missed you.
June 21, 2008 at 7:15 AM
Sophie's Story by Elaine said…
Wow...sounds more like a psychedelic EEG. How did you get him to keep the headphones on?!?!
June 21, 2008 at 10:23 AM
Danielle said…
Shanna - yeah...you're home! We should get the results within the next week. Although I'm calling the doctor on Monday...cause his ST is Tuesday & it'd be really interesting to know if we need to lower the bar or set it higher! :O)

Elaine - I KNOW...Jonathan & I were really creeped out by the noises. And we didn't know that you could hear the sounds on the vid clip until we uploaded it. The head-phones & noises never even bothered Trev. Even the tech was suprized. But Trevor is such an sweet heart...and except for the placing the electrodes...he was okay as long as he could see me! :O)

...danielle
June 22, 2008 at 3:13 AM
JSmith5780 said…
Hope you are better today. Email me or call me. Did you enjoy your family visit?
June 23, 2008 at 7:47 AM
Mama Skates said…
what a sweet face! hope u get speedy results!
July 1, 2008 at 10:19 AM
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