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  • Survival’s Guilt

    Survivors of tragedy see the significance of a new day—its beauty and splendor—clearer than others. I say that not to boast, just as an observation. Every morning when I’m in that almost-wake

  • Waiting

    My dog, Oreo, was a master at waiting. But for me, waiting–especially for medical news–is the worst. It’s where you’re stuck in limbo between reality and fantasy. Will test numbers

  • Where's the Sun for You?

    How can the sun come up when I have a brain tumor? Why do birds sing even though I’ve been dealt this horrific blow? I asked these questions and more when I found out about my meningioma. Life wa

  • A Word of Caution

    I read lots of blogs on lots or different subjects. I comment on some and repost others if I think they are pertinent to the audience that reads my blog. I’m forwarding the latest post on a b

  • Being a Christian and Dealing with a Brain Tumor

    I love being a Christian. Without getting all theological, it’s pretty cool. I have peace. I don’t feel the need to worry. I get to experience a super-awesome kind of love. So what happened tha