I had brain surgery yesterday.

I had brain surgery yesterday (Dec 6th).

Yes, that’s right. I am already home, resting and regrouping on what just happened.

I had symptoms for many months but not obvious enough to merit concern.

The one that took me to the endocrinologist was the feeling of being very cold most of the time with interspersed short hot flashes in-between.

He attributed this to my speedy weight loss of nearly 60 pounds and told me it usually takes a couple of years for the body to adjust.

Before leaving his office he said, “I have an intuition, let’s go ahead and have an MRI just to be sure.” Early the next morning after the scan he calls, “Well, I am surprised, you have a growth on your pituitary gland. I am sending you to a neurosurgeon.”

The neurosurgeon confirmed it was a benign pituitary adenoma - about 1.25” in size and the usual option was surgery. Then he asked if I was having other symptoms, forgetfulness, suddenly being very tired, loss of peripheral vision, and more.

Well yes, I did. I had all of those to some degree.

After talking to the surgeon and his teammate, the ENT doctor, my wife and I were still left feeling a little unsettled.

I said to her, “I want to get a second opinion at the Cleveland Clinic.”

Here we met Dr. Recinos, a young, vibrant man who exuded immense confidence. He works at the Brain Tumor Center.

He and his colleague painted a very different scenario. He had performed this surgery over 500 times using the latest laparoscopic technology, allowing me to keep the inside of my nose intact, keep my pituitary gland and likely send me home in a day or two.

The decision was a no-brainer (haha)!

The surgery started at 1pm and I came out of recovery at 10:30 at night feeling terrible and much drugged, begging for a piece of ice! I vaguely heard my wife tell me the doctor said it was 100 percent success, removing all the tumor while leaving the pituitary and optic nerve intact.

The next morning I was feeling much better when around 10am Dr. Recinos and the team came to see me, all with gleeful looks on their faces. They put me through all the paces, “Follow my fingers with your eyes, touch my fingers then your nose, push against my hands and pull back hard, etc.”

Aced those.

Then his assistant checked my