because I need to remember - Part II

I thought it might be best to save the hard-core for last.  So I'm starting with a digital picture of the brain as offered by iTunes.  And yes...we have the app.  

Trevor only has 2:6 of the regions labeled below left in his head.  I like the soft colors though.  Makes it look less creepy and more cute n' cuddly.  

This one offers a little more detail.  Starting to look more...real.  But still with the soft pastels.  I read a psychology of colors article once that said pastels are calming.  Still feeling Zen?    

click me!

If you didn't click the image above I'm gonna sic my Italian uncles on you!  Because it gives a wonderful breakdown of the various brain controls which Trevy is missing.  You know...what he's up against.  Like missing the parts of his brain which are essential for: speech, language, hearing...even smell.  And don't forget...although his sensory and motor cortex-es are still under the curls...they've endured their own fair share of trauma.  The MST is a radical surgery in it's own rite and brings with it radical challenges.  Hence the significant right sided limp he walks with.  Understanding (if even in part) these many layers of challenges he faces, is the foundation of why I go a little psycho mommy when I feel like we're not doing enough to encourage the right brain to create new pathways and take over those functions.  He needs intensive therapy.  I think we're in a good place as far as the program that is wrapped around him goes.  But we can  need to do better.   

The gruesome is coming.  I promise.  And consider yourself forewarned.    

But first...another cartoon.  Tell your eyes and tummies that I said, You're Welcome. 

The next picture is not of Trevor's brain.  

But.

It's a much closer reflection of what met my eyes when I opened those attachments for the first time.  Prepare yourself, if you're of the weak tummy persuasion. 

 

Okay. 

Enough with the suspense already. 

If you made it through all the pictures above without racing to the closest toilet.  Hand over your mouth holding your most recent meal in.  Than I have no doubt you'll be just fine scrolling down to the pictures below.

So, I'll stop wasting your time.  And filling up this post with fluff to ensure innocent eyes don't accidentally fall on something delicate tummies wouldn't approve of. 

But first let me say that...

for the record.  I am not the only Freaky Mommy out there!  

And I have the emails (and comments in Part I) to prove it! 

But enough.  

With no further adieu...I give you...

Pictures of Trevor's Left Hemisphere which was removed on October 9th, 2009, as a radical measure to rescue him from the catastrophic epilepsy, Infantile Spasms, which was attacking his developing brain thousands of times a day in the form of clusters of seizures from the time he was 7 months old until he was 2 1/2 years old.  Clusters of seizure which were intense and innumerable while he was awake.  Yet even more violent while he slept.  He found no relief until this...  

His Nightmare-Miracle. 

I warned you it would be gruesome.  I told you it looks like half a brain.  

And I have passionately testified to all who visit him here that...

 he is a miracle!