I went to the head doctor this morning. My surgery is going to be on July 11 not 10th. It would appear that my little friend blobbo, smashed right in the middle of my head. He does not think he’s going to have to shave my head, but the scar will go from the top around my ear. So, I just may have to adopt a fancy new hairstyle to hide it. I did enjoy the pictures that had my eyeballs holding out. I want to get a copy of those and scare of the children at school with those, 
That’s all fine and good. What he said to me this morning which means sense is that even if you have a small chance of rupture ( like 16-20 %) but surgery only carries 3 to 4% risk, then doing a preemptive strike, seems like a good way to go.
OK, now from the annoying part. I know that people mean well, and they’re trying to say positive things to make you feel comfortable, but sometimes I feel very invalidated. I realize that the surgeon doing my surgery is pretty brisk. He’s all business and very brisk. He doesn’t seem very amused. When I asked her how long he been doing this, he seemed like it was an insult, but hey, if you’re gonna crack my head out, but I should know these things.
But also, my sister went to try and hear things in case I didn’t hear something, but still, she downplays my fear, a bit or my trepidation I should say. She makes it sound like I should be up and running around the house in a week and he said that usually four weeks is fine but he thought it was a good idea that I set things up to maybe come back to work later because one never knows. That was his point that much was that he can’t guarantee anything one way or another. Which makes complete sense. My sister went to get a knee replacement and thought it was gonna be that bad and it ended up completely kicking her ass and she still has problems with her knee. But, who would have known that? There is no magic ball or fortune cookie that can accurately give you an outcome to anything. I choose to be very positive and say I think that everything’s fine, but I also don’t want people to poo poo my feelings. That’s why I’m so glad that I have this place, because I know all of you understand. People want to be helpful, I really do, but unless you’re the one laying on the table with a knife pointed at by our head, you can’t say that you truly understand.
You will never find a patient of anything other than brain that will understand you, even if they whole heartedly try. Heart surgery patient will understand your fear of the surgery and its risks, but even they can’t grasp brain surgery. Our brains are the source of our identity, and there is nothing more scary than facing a threat to who we are, and the potential loss of full control over our whole selves. Your sister may struggle with her knees, but she is undoubtedly still identifies as the same person she was before her surgery. Someone poking in your brain is an entirely different fear level. Allow those around you to try to reassure you, but never feel as if you don’t have the right to feel whatever you are feeling regardless of what they say. Rely on friends and family to try to support you as best they can, but come here for understanding. YOU’VE GOT THIS!!
Oh look what I found from up in Canada: Brain Aneurysm Surgery (Clipping): What to Expect at Home
Discovered quite by accident when I was searching for information to pass on to @Charon