Happy Mother's Day!

My Kind of Dragon- Disney-esque, More Goofy Than Menaacing

Hello Fellow Travelers!

Everybody has one - a mother.  I refer to my own using an assortment of  highly questionable nicknames that have met with  varying degrees of success.  I'm a "Game of Thrones" fan (It's not TV - It's HBO) so I refer to my dear Mom lately as the "MOD" or "Mother of Dragons".

I believe my journey has a bigger purpose than just where it takes me.

Brain cancer is just part of much larger picture.

Next week I have my five-year MRI (brain scan).

Assuming it's clear (Thank you, HA!), I can sail off (or wheel off) into the sunset.

With the completion of the five-year MRI and some bloodwork, the "cancer phase" will be over. I won't be constantly looking over my shoulder for another tumor to appear.  I can look forward to newer and different disasters!

I am as one doctor told us, a "walking medical miracle".

Since I'm lucky enough to still be topside, I feel a huge responsibility to utilize every minute of every day to improve anything or anyone I encounter, myself especially. These "improvements" can be small, but any improvement moves me forward and moving forward is all I'm concerned with.

My mom won't take any credit for my uncanny resilience or any of my survival skills.  It is true that I'm scaling this "post cancer mountain" by myself but I don't think I could do it without the inherent skills she passed onto me.

My ambivalence towards eating, who cares anyway?  Not my mother!  "You can't be too rich or too thin" might have been said by  Coco Chanel but we lived it!  "The world is full of food - you can't eat it all." Some chef said that and it's true.  Eating is a big pain since neurosurgery so until/unless they come up with a capsule that contains the RDR of protein, I'll keep skipping food (except quality baked goods)

I used to enjoy fine (and not so fine) wine.  Never again since brain surgery!  And it used to be a big part of my life!  And I don't miss it at all!  My mother abstains from alcohol.

Best of all my mother encouraged my love of reading and the written word.

I love to read.  I'll read anything.  Sometimes more than once.  And you know what else?  I read really fast!

Since I was little, my mom has been giving me lots of books!  Reading is the key to understanding writing

I have a constant drive to find out what happens next, to see how it turns out.  "It" doesn't have to have a happy ending whatever "it" is, I just need to know how "it" ends.

I'm currently unable to speak but I can type!

Throughout this latest journey my mother has fed me Scooby Snacks and clothed me in gym wear. I can't write longhand.  My mom sent me a laptop.  I know I told you when she sent actual cat fur in a Ziploc bag!  (When she sent the baggie, it made more sense...)

My weird sense of 'funny" definitely originates with my mother - when things are their bleakest point sometimes all you can do is laugh.

Strength, sarcasm and unshakable objectives have gotten me through this "handicapped" phase.  I'm ready to find out what happens next!