Crazy life safer head woman on drugs...basically they map out the gerbils inside your head...crazy!

Shell awestruck! Mel in the background...isn't she lovely?! I swear the head shave was like a face lift! Obviously I was feeling no pain and easily entertained by those life safer things!

These are post op...the lovely Miss Lila Brown, she is my adopted daughter, she needed a mom, she rocks!




She brought me this lovely I'm Rick James Bitch Wig, behind me my good friends Tom and Sheila. Sheila, is the family hair cutter, she shaved my head for me...she said it was more traumatic for her. They live close to the hospital so when Langdon called and asked her to cut my waist length hair off then shave my head, she called and said she was on her way. I called the nurse and the nurse said...here's some anti-anxiety drugs! Sometimes drugs are good things! Brandy and Rob get their first glimpse of Mel's solidarity! I'm telling you, she had more hair when she was born...and the lovely Miss Lila Brown!

This techie guy is Hazen...he had fun gluing life safers on my newly shaved head...I rang for Adavan, NOT SURE OF THE CORRECT SPELLING ON THAT ONE or some anxiety reducing drug...hell, I had a brain tumor! I must say my doctor kept saying he didn't call for the shaved head...people must be weird about things like that...hell, mine was waist long for decades...I just thought it would be easeir all around to shave my head and be helpful...probably will make two wigs...it's LOCKS OF LOVE HAIR NOW!

Dianna Rachel, youngest, Monster Child-notice the "M" lip

Melissa Marie, First Born Child of my Loins

Mel, Jake, Shell, Rob, Brandy, Di....my peeps, told ya I collected children

That would be me on gurney starting to be sent down under, already shaved my head-kids were laughing at me-I kept saying Wow! My open door policy sure worked for me...then I told the entire ninth floor where to find my house key!

Bring on the Powers that Be!

This week, at 2:10 pm Oregon time I will be receiving the next five radiation treatments. To relax I sing I'm a little tea pot, it really is that short...I think I should rally the powers out there that have gotten me through this so far and am requesting that you stop whatever you are doing and say die cancer, die....I think if you say it four or five times is all it will take...because this site is inoperable, radiation is the key...more later...put on your warrior wings! Thank you!

I've survived brain surgery!

Life is good, and have I got a story to tell...this may take several posts...tonight's is an attempt to finish some business I never got to before Good Friday (the beginning) please bear with me. First, I had been meaning to pass along my very first blog award and never got around to it...it haunted me during this whole experience and I would now like to pass this to Michelle at http://ourfairytalelife.blogspot.com/. She deserves it. She's a good mom. Congratulations Michelle (I do believe you just copy and paste the award onto your sidebar) That being done perhaps I will sleep peacefully tonight. The meds I am on for brain swelling interfere with bad sleeping patterns and restful healing is what I am seeking at this time. My daughter is here for a few more days and will be helping me to "fill in the gaps" and post my journey. If ever there was a story to tell, this is it. To say I survived brain surgery, pain free, never frightened, alone, and at peace is an amazing thing! To the hundreds of angels our there that have led prayer in my name I thank you, your prayers provided a thing of beauty. I have had two days of Radiation and have another eight to go. My family, friends, and community are rallied. My story is truly an amazing one! Please come back tomorrow for the beginning...I'm ready to begin.

Definition of a Good Day...

...WARNING! This post is not for the weak of heart, or those who are delicately natured...I've been sick...AGAIN...one of your lovely snotty nosed children (or mine) exposed me to the dreaded germs!

Today, my definition of a good day is any day that starts without peeing or pooping on myself as my body is wracked by deep waves of trying to cough! (I have done more laundry in the past five days than when all three of my kids lived at home!) It's not been pleasant, but (no pun intended) I have survived to live and tell about it!

My last post was the start of my demise...I can carry on a conversation without bursting into tears and apologizing through gasps and slobber (*NOTE TO SELF: remember to clean the telephones) I feel like I should mix a big bucket of 10 percent bleach solution and wipe down the house! I know this is a futile attempt at sanitizing, after the fact, but at least it won't be able to make the rounds again.

I don't do down time well...I can with company, but not alone...I've often wondered why as I struggle up from under twenty three afghans on the couch to go get the broom to sweep down the giant cobweb across the living room (Why hadn't I noticed that earlier? Like three feet earlier?) OMG! It extends fourteen feet, across the entire room...my eyes are glazing over...I feel faint...hold on...wait! Where did that chair go?

Oh no! Going to cough...find a concentration point...too late! Make my way down the hall to my bathroom, start the shower, open the door to get in and realize it's so dirty if it was a shower at a campground, I would refuse to use it and take a cold shower from a hose instead...I step in...and cough...oh well, there's a drain. (At this point, it's like being in Labor and Delivery-modesty and decorum go out the window)

I manage to get through the shower feeling somewhat cleaner than when I went in...I put on a clean bath robe (my husband's) and take all the nasty clothes I removed to the washer...and cough...this time I'm surprised by a warm mushy feeling on the back of my legs...OMG! It's now running down the back of my leg...have you ever tried to run to the bathroom while going?! Without having any idea how to control it?

Needless to say, back in the shower...hoping and praying that the kids don't get up and come downstairs and slip with the trail I left in the hall...YUCKO! Shower #2 accomplished...I head to the washer...AGAIN...at this point I could care less if the clothes actually need to be separated...I start the wash and the clean up...it's not at all fun...nothing I care to repeat. (I'll forever be grateful for Thursday mornings and taking the trash to the road!) My slippers, my favorite slippers are full of &*!# in the trash..believe me, it's where they need to be...I would have put them in with the rest of the mess but they surely would have fallen apart before the Rinse cycle and I couldn't bear another mess.

Monday finds me at the doctors office. I'm not sure how I got there...I did...I drove...naughty me. She took one look at me and started to call the pharmacy...mega doses of anti-biotics and prednisone...do I want a sleepy time cough medicine...no thank you...a glass of wine will do me...she smiles and continues scanning the chart...oh no, she's caught me at a weak moment...when was your last Women's Health Exam? I really have no friggin idea, or care today...I mumbled my response...well, T. will make you one while the pharmacy prepares your prescription. GREAT!!! Just what I want to think about now having my boobs squashed between cold metal! T. asked all the vital information and off I went...she'd call and leave me my appointment time...how easy is that? I'll tell you how easy, a whole lot easier if she went to the damned appointment, got half naked, had her boobs handled by strangers and then alternatively squished in a vice...reminds me of the comic who smashes fruit and the audience is covered in plastic sheets...why get all dressed up to end up with water melon dripping off your nose? What's the point?

Anyway, today is a good day, by my definition and as an added bonus the sun is shining and my pants are dry! Even though the hubby is honking and snorttling on the other side of the house...here we go again!