Days Two-Four at Cleveland Clinic: Radiate and Sedate

Days Two-Four at Cleveland Clinic: Radiate and Sedate

When I saw this photo of my husband so cleverly manipulated by his dear friend and fellow artist, Anthony Mestas, I laughed my rear right off (only figuratively unfortunately).  It is a perfect visual representation of how Dan felt on days two through four at 

Day One at Cleveland Clinic: Demagnetized and Electrified

Day One at Cleveland Clinic: Demagnetized and Electrified

In case you are just joining us on this blog adventure, my husband Dan was diagnosed with glioblastoma (brain cancer) in April 2013.  Thus far we have been incredible lucky.  Most people with glioblastoma do not make it very long.  Not only has Dan survived, 

Cleveland, Don’t Let Me Down.

Cleveland, Don’t Let Me Down.

On Saturday I will be leaving my daughter, a senior in high school. I will be leaving my job and more importantly my paycheck. I will be leaving the house that I love in the little town that I love. I will be leaving my 

More Human than Human

More Human than Human

Morrissey  I don’t understand it.  I can’t explain it.  But it happened.  Out of the blue, during spring break (God forbid!) I found myself neck deep in depression.  I would have drank myself out of my depression but I was too depressed to drink.  I 

To Live or Die? That is the Question.

To Live or Die? That is the Question.

When a surgeon plunders through your brain like an unorganized sock drawer, strange and terrifying things tend to happen.  The only thing worse is if the surgeon plunders around only to realize that they can’t correct the problem.  This is what happened to Brittany Maynard.