...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.
