Keeping on.

I woke up at 3am, with a crystal clear thought that just wrote itself across my brain.

"Chiari decompression surgery, technical definition:  cutting a hole in the back of your skull to make room for your brain, getting it out of your spinal canal.

Reality:   The day your life changed forever.

Sometimes I swear that I don't really know what they did inside my head.  I do know that it will never, ever be the same.
With that thought, and a smasher, I came down and laid on the couch with Roy for the rest of the night.
Sometimes it helps.  I have no idea why.

Yesterday morning woke up with such a minimal headache, I didn't even think about it, until DH asked me.

That's the way my life is.  I never know, from one day to the next, and sometimes from the morning to the afternoon.   One may be wonderful, the other not so much.
I try not to dwell on it, take it as it comes.
I don't really know what else to do.
And I'm not complaining really, because in the last 4 years, it has been so much worse, with days and weeks on end, with no relief.  So I'm o k with this, as long as it isn't constant, I can find my way.

Because there are still so many things I want to do, and so much joy to be had.  I don't want to miss any of it.  I choose to live every single minute of it.  STILL, I am not giving in to this headache, which I sometimes refer to as this "revolting turn of events".

Like a incredibly perfect day kayaking with my good friend and weaving cohort, L.

In her fancy new kayak.
Making me look bad in my dirty old cheapie.   Snort.

Graced with the presence of a big loon, who came closer than any I've ever photographed before.
He made my day.

And then he was gone.

And the sweetness of grandchildren, watching them grow up.
Loving every single step of the way.

Life is good.
That's what I say.