November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
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Friday, December 05, 2003
Snow. One word. We are getting hit something silly. Need some I will send it to you. What is new? Well we will do the cliff notes version here. My platlets are still recovering. I had them checked on Wednesday and they were low. Had a big seizure on Wednesday night, it was just like the one 2 weeks ago in the car (see that previous note about the roller coaster analogy). I spoke with my neurologist and he has decided it is time to add a second medication in to try to help control the seizures. He has had good luck with this stuff. So he called the pharmacy. The pharmacy called me they will have it Monday. I can’t get it before then anyway I am snowed in!!! So if you are keeping score I am having a seizure about every 2 weeks, and they have gotten a little worse. I had a couple that were just facials now they are whole left sider’s. I have an appointment with my neuro-onc in the city on Thursday but I don’t think much is going to come out of that appointment. My platlet levels are not high enough to start the maintenance chemo yet. SO that is about it.
I had a feedback about the lyrics post. I guess it didn’t bore as many as you as I thought. So I will throw some in here and there as the mood hits me usually they are songs that are hitting me at that time. Here’s one you don’t know about: There’s this local blues guitarist named Billy Hector (go to www.billyhector.com – shameless plug) He kicks ass one of the most talented guitarists I have ever seen, ever, ever!! He has this record called Undertow and one song in particular that is called Fix me Babe. This was my damn mantra for my last surgery last January. Check it out:
Billy Hector
Fix Me Babe From The CD: Undertow
Fix Me Babe, I’m Broken
Gril I’m lost in a jealous rage
Fix Me Babe, I’m Broken
And I just can’t act my age
Hold me till you heal me baby
And I won’t break no more,
Fix me babe, I’m broken,
Like that handle on your back door.
Heal me with your laughter
Make me smile honey, it’s been days
Hold me in your arms now
Lock me in your gilded cage
Hold me till you heal me baby,
Fix my hearts gaping hole
Fix me babe I’m broken,
Like that screen on your back porch
Fix me babe, I’m broken
Now don’t let this thing run its course
I’ve been angry and I’ve been shouting
Oh, don’t you know I’m a little hoarse
Hold me till you heal me baby
And I won’t break no more
Fix me babe, I been shattered
Like that coffee cup on our floor
Now I guess after typing it up it seems he wants her to fix his temper, because he is mad at her. Now I never realized that angle. The temper sounds like the old grouchy me now. But the parts that hit me before were the lines at the end of the verses about the handle on the back door screen on the back porch, coffee cup on our floor stuff. As I was going under on the table that is what I was humming to myself. That and Sympathy for the devil, because that is what the surgery team was playing for my surgeon. My last question, is that song for me, am I the devil? Remember I always think everything is about me!!!
10:59 PM
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