Hiding from Michael the Archangel, but mental illness would find me.

I had finally gotten away from Michael the Archangel (See prior post). Once the taxi dropped me off at my new friend Skip’s apartment and he got over the shock that I actually showed up, he helped us get settled in. I sat on his couch shaking like[…]

My eldest son, Bruce, was now aware that I would need brain surgery in order to save my own life. There was something powerful about taking matters into my own hands after a neurosurgeon told me there was no hope, but I knew that without God’s help, I[…]

If you have visited me before, you notice a big change! I am redecorating.  You may notice that this theme is decidedly feminine. Just so you know…I do not decorate like this anywhere in my home. The photo above is me with my first dog, Annie,  at our[…]

I wasn’t totally lost in my thoughts. I thought about a lot of things after receiving news from a neurosurgeon that my tumor was inoperable. Foremost in my mind were my children, and how they would take this news. I waited a couple of days and then called[…]

I love books that make me think. We all occasionally run across books that do this, evoking strong emotions , changing us for the better. I Am, A 60-Day Journey To Knowing Who You Are Because of Who He Is, is one of those rare books that did[…]

My brain surgeon’s office was two states away, so I recovered in my own bed back home in Montana. With all that had happened in the last few weeks, I truly believed God had done something very special for me. Still, each morning I staved off the panic attacks that[…]

Lying in bed at home after brain surgery gave me plenty of time to think and reflect. For most of my life,  it seemed I had been running from something. At times I felt I could draw a breath and skate awhile, then something would happen that would[…]

The day following brain surgery, I continued to take stock of my condition. I had lost all hearing in my left ear. My left eyeball was catawampus…with the pupil turned toward my nose. I saw two of everything unless I closed one eye. I could still hear my[…]

There was a reason I believed I was experiencing a bona fide miracle when I awoke from the brain surgery. Before my diagnosis, a friend of mine had sent me a writing she had penned long ago. She sent it because I was going to have a surgery on my[…]

In my last blog post titled Brain Salad Surgery, I told you that something unexpected happened after I became addicted to, and subsequently “cold turkey’d” Oxycontin pain medication. I was in excruciating pain every waking minute of  every day. I didn’t think I could take much more. I often[…]