That’s my mom’s favorite joke. Or more accurately, her favorite punchline. I’ve always appreciated that punchline. It is both absurd and completely, unwarrantedly optimistic.
So, I should probably start adding my own theater reviews here. I’ll add to the list as things come to me.
1) I’ve lost seven pounds. Sure, it’s related to nausea and I feel better when I do eat, but small victories. Certainly I am hopeful it’s not 7 pounds of brain from the biopsy. But again, not a doctor.
2) I am pretty sure that the girls may now qualify for a bunch of new scholarships
3) likely there will be some cycling events related to this, and people can cycle for me for once. (That sounded much more self-centered than I intended. Did I mention I have a brain tumor?)
4) I have finally learned my hat size. And related to that, can start to come to terms with the reality that my head is enormous. Maybe I did have an extra seven pounds of brain.
That may be all of the “bright side” for now.*
* except, of course, realizing again how wonderful my friends and family are, especially my Jill. My Jill is amazing.
And yes, whether it’s the whole experience or some actual brain thing, I am more emotional these days. The twins have been gracious enough to let me hug them a lot. Not sure that’s something I need to reveal to the doctor. But getting emotional watching Storage Wars? Might need to disclose.
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