That’s super weird to write. But what’s even weirder to write is that Thursday I see a woman about my Dairy Queens.
This appointment should go smoothly and I’m not anticipating any extra anxiety for me. (But imagine going to talk to a doctor about your brain…then do the math.) I didn’t have an MRI before this appointment so I won’t actually find out if the brain tumors are stable. But…for sake of argument, let’s just all say a prayer and know that the tumors are stable and there’s no new growth. How does that sound? Sound like a good game plan to you?
I have some questions about my skull and why I can’t move my head very far back, and my Mom has a question about the titanium plate/mesh that’s in my head. She and I were discussing this as I was making myself dinner and I told her we needed to stop our dinner conversation ASAP, lest we have a problem.
This week is going to have some, “Oh yeah. I have a rare disease called Cowden’s Syndrome. Crap.” days. Good thing I have some things to fall back on to remind me that I’m not alone; that I am healing; that I am in control of my life and I can tell Cowden’s to eff off when it rears its ugly head.