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Sleepy Saturdays...

Today, Collin won his basketball game and his team is now the champions for his little division. Kudos! It was fun to be there, to cheer him on. We followed that up with a trip to a borders that was closing and got cheap books, and a late lunch at this place called circus cafe. We had a great meal and finished the meal with the biggest pile of cotton candy EVER! This evening we've been hanging out around the house watching movies and relaxing. Right now, I'm watching Aladdin, what an all-time favorite! I still know all the words to all the songs. Sing-a-long time over on the couch! Woohoo!

Tonight I had another seizure, meaning two in two days, which is the worst it's been since before my surgery. I spoke with a doctor on call and hopefully things are under control now. The seizure was worse than it's been lately too. Brett was mad at me, I was going to yell for him and decided not to, I did it alone. It's hard to explain, but I know what's happening and my body is behaving as if I'm terrified, and I am scared, but I am still intellectually able to process and reason through and not panic. It's strange, try not to worry. I'm working with my doctors on it. Hopefully this won't be a lingering thing and I'll be ok in a few days.

This post was postponed due to some family talks (brothers will be brothers). So, I'll cut it short and continue more another day.

The fight is not over, and although cancer continues to send over some pitches, I continue to swing. What I can say is that my brother and I are WAY past the days of sibling rivalry. I am very thankful for that. Brett is HERE for me, one less thing to worry about.

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