Hello Fellow Travelers!
I don't think I have conveyed to you how great I feel since the tumor was removed in 2011. I feel amazing! I am silent and have no idea how I'll ever walk again, but it's only temporary! I'm feeling great! Better than I have felt in years! I have been forced to be quiet and I take time to listen to everything. Being a reasonably intelligent person I know the value of a last chance, but it's still a test of courage. I thought the surgeries would fix the irritating inability to walk or speak. but they didn't repair anything as near as I can tell. So it's been a tricky recovery and I don't know precisely what to do next. Finding out what to do will probably require a lot of courage, it's the finding that is going to be the challenge.
After the evil tumor was removed I discovered my good old self. I always woke up excited to see what the the day would bring. I feel that way now although I'm also aware of every day bringing us all one step closer to the grave. No kidding. Therefore, for years I haven't given a hoot about lots of personal entanglements that are of concern to others and used to matter to me. I see everything and everyone a little differently. I can't stand cursing or arguing. Either one makes me cry. I don't worry about anything. I notice everything.
My full sense of humor is back, as well as my keen awareness of the ridiculous situation I find myself in. I am constantly attacked and challenged by the most ordinary of circumstances. Tomorrow I see the neurosurgeon to get the staples clipped at which time I will inquire "Dude, WTF?" Something along those lines. But "WTF?" is what I'll mean and though I don't expect him to have an answer you never know.
If the good Dr. has nothing new to suggest, I will forge ahead until I am satisfied I have turned over every rock in that great quarry of medical knowledge. And believe me feeling great despite relatively disastrous symptoms.is a gift - no matter where it comes from.
I don't think I have conveyed to you how great I feel since the tumor was removed in 2011. I feel amazing! I am silent and have no idea how I'll ever walk again, but it's only temporary! I'm feeling great! Better than I have felt in years! I have been forced to be quiet and I take time to listen to everything. Being a reasonably intelligent person I know the value of a last chance, but it's still a test of courage. I thought the surgeries would fix the irritating inability to walk or speak. but they didn't repair anything as near as I can tell. So it's been a tricky recovery and I don't know precisely what to do next. Finding out what to do will probably require a lot of courage, it's the finding that is going to be the challenge.
After the evil tumor was removed I discovered my good old self. I always woke up excited to see what the the day would bring. I feel that way now although I'm also aware of every day bringing us all one step closer to the grave. No kidding. Therefore, for years I haven't given a hoot about lots of personal entanglements that are of concern to others and used to matter to me. I see everything and everyone a little differently. I can't stand cursing or arguing. Either one makes me cry. I don't worry about anything. I notice everything.
My full sense of humor is back, as well as my keen awareness of the ridiculous situation I find myself in. I am constantly attacked and challenged by the most ordinary of circumstances. Tomorrow I see the neurosurgeon to get the staples clipped at which time I will inquire "Dude, WTF?" Something along those lines. But "WTF?" is what I'll mean and though I don't expect him to have an answer you never know.
If the good Dr. has nothing new to suggest, I will forge ahead until I am satisfied I have turned over every rock in that great quarry of medical knowledge. And believe me feeling great despite relatively disastrous symptoms.is a gift - no matter where it comes from.
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