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I go in Monday for my billionth MRI… ok, so it’s not the billionth, but easily my 20th. As well as I will have another pint of blood drawn… ok, so it won’t be a pint, but it will be 7 vials of checking all of my pituitary functions.

The fun never ends, heh heh.

At least I will find out if the damn thing is growing back. Not that I want it to grow back, but it would shed a little light on to why I’m having the headaches again. Maybe it will just be sinus problems. I understand people, quite often after a surgery of this type, end up having alot of sinus problems.

I don’t really feel like writing much. No creative juices flowing and writing about this tumor is tiring. Writing about it, means I have to acknowledge its existence. I’d rather write for enjoyment.

Hmmm. So what’s stopping me? I feel the pity parties are tiring and old.

I am going to have to find some gratitude in all of this. I am learning lessons in and of life.

I am greatful.

I am greatful.

I am greatful.