Today I am thankful for...

As I left my neurosurgeon's office today I got all teary! The tears that were welling up in my eyes were tears of relief. To put it plain and simple, everything is ok! The lesions haven't increased in size and he is really impressed with my recovery.

Today was the shortest appointment I have had with my Neurosurgeon and I only had to wait 40 minutes to see him, fastest time ever. We had a quick look at the MRIs, he asked a few questions, I asked a few and decided when I should have the next MRI. As usual I was quite anxious and he told me to relax, reminding me that our human instinct can be to worry or be anxious before there is anything to worry about. How true is this. I'm going to try very hard not to worry.

The outcome of today's appointment is something that will definitely make it into my gratitude journal tonight!

and this one is for you

I've never seen a place selling Corn dogs in Australia but if we had them I'd buy you one! x

The Festival State

Today marks six months since my surgery. That's hard to believe because it feels like yesterday but then it also feels like a lifetime ago. Whilst I'm happy that the operation is in the past, today presented itself with mixed emotions. I had to have an MRI at 4:45 this evening. Guess what?! Yup, I cried again. I hate these damn things. I think this one was particularly hard because it is the first MRI I have had since surgery and will show the changes, be they positive or negative. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day. It made me quite anxious and I just wanted it over and done with.

Last night I got a tad annoyed with myself. As it is currently Mad March (this hardly captures it all) Adelaide is running like a 24/7 festival and the The Garden of Unearthly Delights allowed me to get some henna and hair braiding done on Sunday. Now of course I wasn't thinking about my MRI as I was having metal beads and pretty coloured string wrapped around some hair but then last night it hit me. An mri uses magnets and magnets tend to attract metal and of course I have metal strung into my hair. So of course today, in my already worked up self, I had to cut off the beads that were at the end of my hair wrap. That's when the tears started. I know it sounds quite pathetic to some but it's hard to explain why it upset me. If you just think about the wonderful haircut that I've had for the last 6 months then maybe you'll get it. Oh well

Anyway that's it. Six months down, countless years to go!

 I took this photo out the front of my house on my phone tonight (hence the terribly quality). Dusk tonight was magnificent, it reminded me of the wonders in the world and how I'm so glad to be here.