One of the things I’ve heard over the years and have been reminded of recently during guided meditation is that sometimes the sun is obscured by clouds and though I can’t see it, I can find comfort in knowing it’s still there.

Well, it’s been raining here for days, and I’m starting to have my doubts the sun is real.

Just kidding. I know it’s still there, but I’ve gotta pop some Vitamin D3 anyway.

I’m approaching the seventh anniversary of my brain cancer diagnosis, which, as you might imagine, has me feeling some ways. I’ve been thinking a lot about my road to diagnosis, which led me to revisit this post about how to get your doctor to listen.

Hey, I just realized something: like the sun, my brain tumor is still there.

I re-read that post I wrote for the first time in a while and didn’t find it a trigger for my anxiety. Maybe that means the meditation is helping. I say that because once upon a time just remembering that rheumatologist’s name would make me want to key the word “asshole” into his car.

Growth.

Anyway, one week until my excisional lymph node biopsy. I only have $600 in outstanding bills so far. This round of undiagnosed whatever is a lot more affordable than brain surgery. 

I still can’t pay for it on SSDI, but if I make it another 7 years, whatever collection agency buys the debt might give up.

America. Am I right?

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