Thursday, April 24, 2014

Emma Bombed

Just got off the phone with my parents. I love a good morning chat. This little devil...


...was screaming at me at the foot of the bed from 5:30-5:45 am, then climbed up onto my side and curled up. I tried falling back asleep; I tried reading. Then I gave up. I love having the sun rise at 6:00 am, the morning dusk (or whatever you call it) is so happy, and inviting from the windows, it draws me out. But at the same time, I can't sleep very well when the sun's up. I'm like a flower, the petals just start opening up, I can't help it. Anyway, lucky for me my dad wakes up in the four o'clock hour, so I always have a friend to visit with. And usually we talk long enough that my mom wakes up and joins us over speaker phone.

One of the things we discussed was how embarrassed I was that I complained about the scar and headaches. I realized that probably all of my tumor friends have the same issues. My case is not singular. Are my issues that big of a deal? Nah. It's important for me to remember that.

2 comments:

  1. Jessica - I really like your blog. Discovered that I have a thalamic tumor last week and slowly my wife and I are becoming experts on the subject. Your research and insight are truly appreciated. I'm also encouraged by your survival. You keep fighting!

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    1. Michael, I'm so sorry about the tumor, and I'm very impressed by your decision to get out there and research only a week after diagnosis. Good luck, and let me know if you ever have any questions!

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