What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

APRIL 16-24, Monday-Wednesday, 2012

Many tests were done. Many days went by. Through it all were my parents and Chico, of course.[I know, you’re thinking ‘who is Chico??”] Many people gave me stuffed animals. One was a lion I named Chico. He reminded me of strength and courage, from God. [I still have the lion]. Chico was with me every step of the way. Every procedure and adventure I had.

One of the repeated tests was a Spinal tap. Which I argued with my Neurologist not to have it.[if you haven’t had one…don’t. it’s very painful. Spinal fluid drips verrrry slooooow, like molasses. While you wait there’s a needle in your spine to concentrate on]. I had a cap on [to cover the bad hair days]. You know ‘life is good’ wear. Mine said that. [hmmm, the last thing I bought with my mother. I remember she was looking for one for my father]. My Neurologist found the hat to be cute and funny. I put up such a big stink about the test he called my Oncologist to talk to me that it important to have it done. I had it done.
MRI’S, CAT SCAN’S, SPINAL TAP’S, X-RAY’S, a test involving a needle and my ovaries. [can you say…ouch!!], my first mammogram. I could hardly stand, at that point. My shaking was noticeable. My voice started sounding funny [I thought]. The Dr.s said my voice sounded fine. I think it was then my head started to go back and forth [as if stuck in the ‘no’ position], THAT drove my Mother nuts.