Monday is when I was supposed to go in, have the stitches taken out, maybe go up to the check-out Rehab. services, and also find out a little bit about the radiation services. Let’s see, here’s how it ended up: Leave the stitches in at least a few more days, the Check-Up Rehab was good for at least a few more days, and we’re not anywhere in site of radiation technology. In a strange world, it does make some sort of sense; it just doesn’t put all of the pieces together. It seems that the incision is still a bit more swollen then it should be. I thought that might…

April 29, 2008.  Big day, new life, second thoughts, on everything.  It’s an amazing thing when at times you wonder, “Is tomorrow going to be here?”  I’m sure that goes through a lot of people’s minds, at different times, but when you’re lying in a hospital bed with the knowledge that you’re going to get your head drilled into, and a grapefruit sized tumor has to come out, there’s a lot of what I’ve always thought of as “second thoughts’ racing through your mind (or half-mind as it seems). As funny as it may seem from all of that, things actually seem to make sense.  I’ve had a lot of things that…