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Web posted November 14, 1999
Delving into Greg's brain last time was a laborious process. Now it takes just minutes for Dr. Lee and Dr. Brown to cut through sutures holding the skull cap and peel back the layers underneath. The exposed brain is covered by small, dark blood clots.
Today the surgeons will cut out the part of Greg's brain where his seizures appear to start.
``The issue is, do you remove what's right there, or do you remove more than that,'' Dr. Lee says from under his green surgical mask. The seizures have proven to come from a broad area just ahead of the motor areas that control movement. Taking out just the areas that showed up during the monitoring process could leave behind pieces that could trigger further attacks, Dr. Lee says. He decides on a prefontal lobectomy, taking a fist-size wedge of the seizure area but leaving a small piece at the front of the lobe.
Though the mask covers most of his face, Dr. Lee looks and talks younger than his 40 years. After spending some time as a ``ski bum'' after college, he joined the military to help pay for medical school. He jokes easily with the staff around the table and seems to move effortlessly when the scalpel is in his hand. He was named head of pediatric neurosurgery the month before Greg's surgery.
Dr. Park stares down at a small map showing the targeted section of brain tissue. The numbers of the electrodes that detected seizure activity are plotted out in a grid that stretches across the middle of Greg's brain. Dr. Park and Dr. Lee huddle over the map, looking back and forth from the map to the brain, sizing up the cut.
``Forty-six is border, I don't want to touch that,'' Dr. Lee says, looking at the numbers drawn on the map. ``Twenty-nine, if I don't have to touch it, I don't want to.''
Carefully picking up lettered squares of paper, he begins to stagger them in a line down the center of the brain, looking at the map to judge his placement, then reappraising the line.
``B, I don't like B. I'm going to move B,'' Dr. Lee says, picking up the tiny letter and moving it closer to the front.
``OK,'' he says finally, ``let's do it.''
Centimeter by centimeter, he begins edging down the line with a cauterizing probe. A dark line of incision forms behind his fingers. Being able to find a single lesion where the tremors originate usually results in about a 90 percent success rate, Dr. Park says. In a broad area like Greg's, it is much more difficult to spot because once one portion fires off ``within milliseconds the whole area is involved,'' Dr. Park says. Surgery in this case has about a 60 percent cure rate, Dr. Park says.
``Your brain has to get used to not having (the piece),'' he says.
With what looks like tiny scissor blades, Dr. Lee carefully begins cutting down the line he etched toward the top of the skull, then goes back through, deepening the slit.
The cuts are deepened, and then carefully with forceps, he lifts the edge at the bottom of the moon shape and begins cutting underneath, snipping white fibers, slowly peeling it back, until it comes free.
``There goes most of the epilepsy right there,'' Dr. Lee says. It took less than half an hour of cutting.
He gently places the brain tissue into a specimen jar, and it seems to shrink. Later, it will be studied under a microscope to see if there were abnormal cells that could give doctors a clue as to what was causing the seizures. They will find none.
After carefully washing out the crater left behind, Dr. Lee begins cutting again, deepening the wedge, then cutting underneath the piece of the lobe left at the front, disconnecting it from the rest of the brain.
He ends with a wedge 2 inches wide at the bottom, tapering to less than an inch at the top and about 2 inches deep. The space will eventually fill with cerebrospinal fluid, Dr. Lee says.
Less than three hours after he cut the sutures to go back in, he begins sewing up again, eventually attaching small, square metal plates around the edges of the skull to hold it together.
Four floors above the operating room, the Wests are gathered in a circle holding hands with their minister and praying. The strain shows on their faces before Greg is wheeled in.
Kneeling next to his bed, alone for a moment, Dennis bows his head and finally breaks down, crying quietly next to his unconscious child.
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