With a lot of encouragement and offers of care and assistance from my soon-to-be ex-wife, my sisters, my brothers, and more than a few doctors, I've decided to undergo DBS surgery in September. And as I sit here in my hot, dirty little apartment, hungry and bored kittens swatting my ankles as I shuffle by, and waiting for my 9 AM meds to kick in (my 6 AM meds never really did), it seems like a pretty good idea to me too. We'll see how I feel after the meds do finally kick in, the cats are fed, and the apartment is cleaned up at least enough to keep the cleaning lady from quitting tomorrow upon arrival.
The first step, a sort of off-meds/on-meds assessment, takes place next Thursday morning at RUSH hospital near here in Chicago. I've always believed that major medical procedures should always be done at major medical centers, and I'm glad to be living near several. Still I feel some trepidation. I've never had major surgery before and the doctor made it clear that there are risks involved.
... Oh well, one step at a time, right? I can still back out if I change my mind.