I think you believe I hold some amazing gift that tells & leads me thru each day. I don’t. I have days wrapped like a coccoon. And days I can’t shut up.
But, following my 1 year anniversary of diagnosis, leaving with the advice of “get hold of hospice and find a home” … well (sticking out tongue) I am still here.
Getting new photos of the brain this week, and tests to see how amazing I am at riddles. Which means…
I would love your prayers. And that’s it.
Love, Vicki (kicking Papa)