A friend just had DBS, Until this past spring she had maintained an absolute unwillingness to consider the procedure. Then when the flowers bloomed she did a 180 and her decision was absolute and irrevocable. My friend is a few years ahead of me but not so many. This about-face of hers has me looking inward far more carefully than just a few months ago. I have to admit the whole process horrifies me. The very idea of someone poking wires in my brain, well it just doesn't sit very well.
My luck has been less than I would have liked with surgeries and most have had to be repeated. The consequences of those repetitions we managable, but DBS is a different thing entirely. Is there is a single event or an experience or perhaps just the culmination of all events and experiences, that leads to casting off the fear and plunging ahead? I know I'm not there and I don't know what it will take for me to get there, but I am beginning to expect that I will.