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I'm home! My first night back home in Wenatchee! Danny I went out to my parent's house for dinner, and we visited a couple of hours. I hadn't seen them in eight days. That's practically unheard since I normally work with my parents very day. I don't know how got so lucky with the parent lottery, but I serious the luckiest girl the world. Dad just keeps giving hugs, he said he can't stop giving me hugs because he's so happy to have me alive, and mom just give me sparkly look and smiles non-stop. I put  fear in them through his ordeal, now that we can rest better I'm glad. My poor parents have really gone through the ringer! And they worried about the middle school years!

It's beautiful morning and Danny was abducted by my dad a about an hour ago with his buddies Rich and Ron go golfing. Danny was little nervous because he's pretty new at golf and he didn't want to hold back the guys, but it think they're going to have a blast! Pretty sweet guys to get him out of the house. I worry a about Doctor Dan because I have be exhausting and monotonous. Although, if he feel that way he doesn't show it though. I actually had to have a talk to Danny and apologize yesterday. He didn't even want me to apologize, he said I shouldn't even worry about it - but the truth is that I worry about my character. According to speech therapist, I don't have filters and I'm blunt. I don't like that. I don't want be too blunt. I want to be cognizant of people's feelings. I had no idea that I was so direct. Before this tumor I've always thought about who I want to be, how I want to treat people, and what character traits I want to emulate, and harsh isn't what I'm going for. Just a few more things to concentrate on. I know that I'm in charge of who I want to be, now that I can recognize what I don't like, I can change it.

Now some good new. I have FINALLY cut back my pills down two seizure pills twice daily and that will be for two month, and then I have the rest of my pain killers that I am weaning off. Yay! It is the far cry from 2-8 pills every two hours. Needless to say that completely wrecked any possibility of decent sleep. That's behind me now though!! Things keep getting better and better!

I still can't believe the surgery, most of medication, most of the pain, and fear are most behind me. This really wasn't that bad. I have to convince myself to take this whole thing seriously. It just doesn't seem that bad. The scar gnarly and that pretty undeniable, but I'm feel better every single day.

I'm not going to give up. Thank you all of the comments. Sometimes when I hear big new (like the speech therapist) it can hit me pretty hard they doubt my success. I don't know what to expect, I guess know one does, but I feel in heart that I'm going to be back myself. I'm not quite there, I'm usually funnier. I soon.