First day of the rest of my life

I'm sitting back this evening trying to think through a rather drug induced state of mind (legal of course) what it actually means to Blog. I don't fit in to the main stream age of Blogger's so I'm playing catch-up rather quickly. I’m one of so many that got the "BAD NEWS"-the big "C" word. Woo-is-me! Grab the sackcloth and ashes quick! I was soon to learn that bad news could get worse.

During my recovery I was to learn that the tumor removed from my brain look suspicious.  Looked What?

To any and all who have experienced the lovely negative side effects of Prednisone-God bless you! It drove me nuts-so much so that I insisted my surgeon call me to explain just what a suspicious brain tumor is. In his words it is an aggressive cancer that is treatable but not curable.

By-See Ya-Got to Go! To much information for a mind full of Prednisone! My little demons chimed in all at once, You’re cookies, toast, and remember-no smoking just for fun!

A few days later the jury was in. I have a glioblastoma multiforme type tumor and yes, I’m toast! I’m hoping for year.

This isn’t a story of doom and gloom-not for me. This story is why I believe my life has been an excellent adventure and why it continues to be an excellent adventure.