I have a guilty pleasure...I love ABC's Private Practice. Its a silly, sexy, soap opera with some hospital scenes thrown in. This week however, I came away from my little show shaking my head. A patient of the psychiatrist on the show, who had historically been unhappy and, well, mean, suddenly wakes up one morning full of love and kindness and happiness. She attributes her change of attitude to God. He touched her heart and changed her. She is filled with the Love of God and it shows. Of course, it turns out to be a brain tumor. Insulting, to say the least.
So...my tumor is progressing nicely...I won't be having any life-saving surgery or chemotherapy or radiation...I think my "brain tumor" may be the best thing that ever happened to me.
