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.


  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!

    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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