For those who don’t know, I haven’t been a complainer all of my life. Before the discovery of the brain tumor, I’d gone back to school. I wanted to become an IT person. Just about every company has at least one. You know the guy at your work who’s always in the hall but doesn’t need a hall pass? Not that he would actually have a hall pass. Anyway, I’d begun to think I couldn’t do that anymore, the headaches and all. But it occurred to me this morning that I might be on the road to recovery after my next surgery. What!? Anyway, I come from a long line of people who work till they’re old. And my husband keeps house so much better than me. Say a prayer that my next surgery or procedure (will know more about that July 2nd afternoon) will be the surgery that brings me closer to normal. My normal.
Train Bumor 