Old posts from old blogs until 1/1/13

I was feeling extra creative, ideas where popping out of my head, like llight bulbs..

I was feeling extra creative, ideas where popping out of my head, like llight bulbs..

Here is one of the first posts I wrote about my brain, in Diaryland.  I’m glad I found this, it reminds me that I had two things necessary at the time, faith and chutzpah.

OK! OK! I admit, here, publicly, in front of all my adoring fans that it WAS naive of me to think I would go to the hospital, have a hole drilled in my brain, spend the night, and be back here to report about the experience a day or two later.  Lisa put it distinctly: “It’s like childbirth! If you knew what was going to be involved, who would do it?”

 Briefly, the answer to some of the most frequently asked questions:

 What kind of tumor is it?

I just got word today that the tumor is a low-grade astrocytoma…a tumor commonly found in middle-aged men! They will watch this slow-growing tumor with frequent MRI scans for a bit. Right now no radiation or chemotherapy is in order. The tumor cannot be removed.*

 Well,  when is your next appointment?

8/20/03.

 How do you feel?

I feel pretty good. I go to bed at night all excited, and I make a list of things I’m going to do the next day. Then, the next day, I walk around the block in the 90% humidity and watch “A Dating Story” and “Mad About You.”

 It must be tough waiting? (I wrote this before getting the call today).

I’m trying to look at things one day at a time. If I start to think about more of that thing clamped on my head I feel upset, so I just don’t think about it. I know many people around the world are praying for me. I really have “the peace that passes all understanding.”**

*LOL

**My father liked to say: There are no atheists in a foxhole.

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