Thank You!

A wise friend recently asked me if I was still counting the hours, or days, or weeks since my brain surgery. It's day 12. And I can't sleep. I can't sleep for a lot of reasons, reasons like the new seemingly permanent throbbing on the left side of my head and thoughts that keep me awake about how I feel like I might just be the luckiest person in the world. You'd think the roxy/norco/valium combo might help fall into a deep sleep but sometimes it's a matter of the heart that keeps you awake at night. You know when you were a little kid and you'd want something so badly you thought you were going to burst? That's how I feel now... but it's more like I put my hands together close to my heart, squeeze my eyes tight, hold my breath and .... smile. I am smiling as I sit here sleeplessly 12 days after brain surgery. I am so thankful this has happened to me, so thankful I feel like I might burst. I would never wish a brain tumor on anyone, but it has been a gift to experience so much love and kindness; I wish everyone could joyfully squeeze their eyes tight in gratitude and see what this brain tumor has shown me. Life is good.

Thank you for the flowers, meals, care packages, visits, cards, texts, phone calls, blog comments, emails, FB messages and endless prayers. I am surrounded by fragrant, happy, flowers. I am tucked into cozy, comfy PJs. Words of encouragement hang all around my parent's home, pulling my spirits upwards. I re-read the blog on a daily basis, just to remember that this really is happening. Facebook has become a source of inspirational quotes.

It has taken an army of love and support to get me through to day 12. Thank you, each one of you, for your outpour of love to me and my family. Your prayers, positivity and generosity in support have been the motivator of my success. My only option was to rise to the challenge; we can't help what life deals us but it has been your words that make me endure. Thank you!