My daughter’s neurosurgeon operated on me, too

My daughter’s neurosurgeon operated on me, too

I first met my daughter’s neurosurgeon when I was 12 years old. He was mine, too.

My childhood was active, but one day I began missing school and feeling sick. An MRI confirmed I needed to be admitted to the hospital, where I met Dr. John Ruge for the first time. I had no idea he’d still be in my life today.

I was diagnosed with a brain tumor the size of a tennis ball in my brain stem. Many rounds of radiation followed the tumor’s removal. Over the years, I had many visits to Dr. Ruge and his team. I’m so grateful for them – I wouldn’t be alive without them.

A second health scare later in life came just six weeks after the birth of my second baby, Payton Rose. A mammogram led to a triple negative breast cancer diagnosis, an extremely aggressive cancer. Treatment was a year and a half process that included 16 rounds of chemotherapy, a mastectomy, 28 days of radiation, more surgeries and lots of recovering.

Now, four years post breast cancer, I look back at that time and know my daughters, Madison and Payton, were the reason I pushed through. Coming home to them after chemo and seeing their smiles made the fighting worth it.

Last year, our family quarantined at our home in Montana and made the best of things by enjoying time outdoors. But our world stopped when Madison and Payton had a snow tubing accident one day, veering off a path and hitting a tree. Madison was crying, but Payton was completely stiff. I was terrified.

Once my husband Matt and I got them inside, Payton was out of it. She wasn’t responding, only moaning. Her eyes were rolling in her head. We rushed her to the medical center, the scariest ride of our lives. We screamed her name the whole way to keep her alert. I didn’t think she was going to make it.

Because of COVID protocols, only Matt got to go in with Payton. She was internally bleeding and needed to be airlifted to a children’s hospital in Utah. The drive there was the worst six hours of our lives.

We found out the bleeding had spread to her brain and she needed emergency surgery, when it was also discovered her skull fractured in multiple places, requiring 14 screws. The first time I saw her, I didn’t know what to think. I was grateful my baby was alive, but I was so scared. But she thrived after surgery and was released to continue recovering.

It hasn’t even been year since the accident. Keeping Payton from some of the fun things she loves to do has been a challenge, but she understands she had a big “ouchie” and needs to be safe. If she could, she’d call her doctor every week to let him know she’s riding her bike with her helmet or skating.

We’re so proud of Payton and all she’s been through this past year. She’s a strong, smart, funny, sweet little girl. It’s amazing how children bounce back. That’s something Dr. Ruge reminded me of over and over. “She will be your little girl just like you remember.” She is. And so much more.

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  1. Margie Hartnett Weides April 28, 2021 at 11:06 am · Reply

    Dear Gina and Matt,
    When I first saw this I thought goodness this couple looks so familiar especially you Matt ! And then I realized why. Your article and story brought tears to my eyes !! You are so brave and strong and I will keep you all in my prayers.
    Margie Weides RN (Hartnett) Glenview

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