Why, no Heather. No, I did not. I do not eat brain tumors but I would like to obliterate one. However, I was a 'Heathers' fan in 1988 and that simply must count for something. That was before Winona Ryder was a theif and before Christian Slater got old. All of that being said, Shannen Doherty was never cool and with 2010 drawing close, she just needs to go away for good but I digress.
2 unsuccessful brain surgeries in 2001 left me a big frustrated. Tumor 2. Britta 0. Dayton was born in July 2002 so I pretty much put my tumor drama on the back burner. Turns out that was a really bad idea. Tumor 3. Britta 0. Wow. Way to rally.
It's time to deal with it again but I am just not ready to go down that path. Some times ready or not it's just important to do the right thing. So I've started the process again and remain mostly apathetic albeit annoyed when I think about it too much. I've been through all the standard garb to this point and will start my tumor town meds 12/15.
On the B Side: Cheers to doing what is right! Not doing so has put me back in the saddle and this ain't my first time at this rodeo! The lesson here folks is as Grandpa Sunshine always said, if you are going to do something, do it right the first time...now if only my surgeon had prescribed to such rhetoric. As for me, me and that MRI machine are BFF's again.
