The long journey to my husband’s deep brain stimulation surgery

The process was long and arduous, but we got through it as a family

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When I look back on our journey with deep brain stimulation (DBS), I wish I’d documented our experience on paper rather than the bits and pieces of memory my brain struggles to recall. But I’ll do my best.

For many years after my husband, Arman, was diagnosed with early-onset Parkinson’s disease at age 38 in 2009, our neurologist felt that DBS would be the best treatment for him. However, Arman wasn’t convinced that DBS was necessary and elected to try the Duopa pump.

In 2017, Arman had been muddling through life with the Duopa pump for several years. The constant and steady delivery of his Parkinson’s medication was great; however, he’s sensitive to the medication. The result was an uncontrollable leg kick and extra movements (dyskinesia) that eventually became unbearable.

If you’ve read my column, you may already know that when I told Arman to “Get busy living, or get busy dying,” he proceeded to go ahead with DBS and didn’t look back. It was spring 2017, and we had the wedding of our beautiful niece and soon-to-be nephew coming up that fall, so we needed to act quickly. Our neurologist was thrilled with the decision and put the wheels in motion to get this going before Arman changed his mind!

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The road to DBS surgery

Neuropsych testing was the first step. It was a long and arduous process, but the results showed that Arman was a great candidate for DBS. The team of specialists studied him in detail and decided that the best option for DBS placement would be his globus pallidus internus region. The surgery was planned for July 17, 2017, with the possibility of a second surgery the following week (in case the brain pacemaker couldn’t be placed on the first date).

We were amazed that we could get this all planned in such a timely manner. The only issue was that our oldest daughter, Lexy, then 21, wouldn’t be in town for the surgery, as she’d already committed to working in Luxembourg for the summer. In addition, my parents had already planned a trip to visit her there during the time of the surgery. Although we wanted to have all of our family present, we realized this wasn’t possible and went ahead with the plans.

Unwavering strength is something I’ve done my best to model for our children since Arman’s diagnosis. I wake up every single day reminding myself to be strong for my family.

But on the morning of July 17, 2017, unfortunately, I wasn’t physically or mentally capable of being strong. I hid in my bathroom and called my parents (remember, they were in Luxembourg) for support. I broke down and sobbed uncontrollably into the phone. They talked me through my mini-breakdown and reassured me that this choice was right for Arman and our family.

I took a deep breath, dried my tears, put on a brave face, and got my husband up and ready to head to his surgery.

Arman was also nervous and terribly upset that Lexy wasn’t with us. In addition, our son, Jake, then 14, was supposed to leave that same morning for football camp, and Arman begged for him to stay back with us; he needed our daughter Mandy, then 17, and Jake with him. Jake didn’t get on the bus that morning to travel to camp with his team. He and Mandy stayed by their dad’s side until the last moments before they took him for surgery.

And then, we waited. Our entire family, plus my closest friend, who’s like a sister to me, gathered in the family waiting area. We talked, laughed, and passed the time together. I couldn’t have gotten through that day without their support, especially as my parents and Lexy were away.

The surgery lasted over 10 hours. Doctors couldn’t complete the pacemaker portion because it was too risky to keep him under anesthesia any longer. We all hugged and cried as we were told that the surgery went well and Arman was doing great. The pacemaker was successfully placed and connected to the DBS wires exactly a week later.

Our DBS experience was positive, and it’s been the best choice for Arman and his Parkinson’s. Although it was a lengthy process to finally make this decision, trusting our doctor and his experience was the right thing for us.


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