It is February 6th, 2022. If Earl hadn't showed up last year I would be celebrating 10 years of remission today. Most brain cancer survivors are not fortunate enough to have 9 years but we can give ourselves permission to count our good fortunes while also grieving the loss of them. February 6th has turned into a former and now an unmerry unbirthday. Sigh. More symptoms and more often seems to be the theme recently. I am having seizures a couple of days a week. I'm unsteady on my feet. I've fallen twice but haven't sustained any lasting injuries, just sore. That unpredictability of when my body might "power off" crumple makes me anxious to pick up Torin and carry him. Toddlers are wiggly enough already! When I try to redirect or take his hand to walk him instead, he doesn't understand. Consequently, his meltdowns are an extra emotional burden on us both. He sure gets plenty of snuggles though, I mean, how can you not?! I am still having headaches. They are...
Life changed quickly when I found out I had a brain tumor on January 14th, 2011, and that that tumor was cancer on the 27th. This is the documentation of my life since cancer, the ups, downs, and in-betweens, and most importantly, finding One Less Thing To Worry About... every step, every day.