A poem

Well. Here we are still doing the Houston hangout. I am feeling better mostly. All the symptoms associated with inflammation are still very prominent.  Mostly it's the headaches that drive me crazy. Both the doctor and I both feel that the tumor that had invaded the lining of my brain is probably swelling just like my sinus and my eye and that is leading to the headaches. I guess it is all supposition at this point but we are hopeful. If those tumors are swelling due to the attack  by the T cells then I'm all in favor.

Night time is the worst. The headaches are pretty bad. It makes it hard to sleep so I exercise. Last night at 1:00 am  I was going up and down the stairs to  the six story parking garage. When my legs start to hurt bad enough I forget my head. It was actually quite nice out. Very peaceful and it was a lovely view of the city from the sixth floor

We met with the doctor today again. He is such a kind man. The nurses are amazing as well. We are surrounded with the nicest people. We talked about my symptoms. He seems very encouraged by all the signs thus far.

Here is a Poem that I wrote while JoLynne was getting ready to leave for our appointment

Upon the Rock of Christ, my Lord

I've built my humble little home

It's plain and simple to the eye

But here it stands amidst the storm

The rains have come, the winds have roared

The very earth, it seemed to tear

I must confess, some damage done

But on the whole it still stood there

At first I thought, "How well I built. 

Behold the house made by my hand"

And then the truth, it softly speaks,

"Because of Him, your house still stands"

Oh God, forgive me, I am young

How quickly I would seek to claim

The credit for thy miracle done

I always knew from whence it came.

And as I live my knowledge grows

And finally I can understand

Thou art my God, who saves my soul

Not house, but Rock where on it stands