time to change

As long as Marie seems fine, we'll continue with the story.

We needed a change and I was going to push it. We had a multi level home with four bedrooms. We didn't need that kind of space and Marie couldn't take care of the daily chores. We sold the house and moved into a first floor apartment. With no pressure on me to take care of the house, it allowed me more time to spend with Marie. And for Marie, things were just easier with no stairs to worry about navigating.

I also changed jobs. I got into a great company, and I felt I had a future. Things were looking up. We made it all the way to the end of 2002. It had been two years since the nightmare began. We lived from MRI to MRI, every three months. Marie had three brain tumors in that short time period, and our lives completely changed.

But, it was time for an MRI. The last one of the year. I was nervous. We needed changes in our lives and we made them. We had a positive outlook, even with all the cognizant and memory issues. We were doing our part. We deserved a break.

But brain tumors have a life of their own. They have no regard to your feelings. They don't care who you are. They don't care if you're a good person or not. It's a defect in the gene. If the medicals got all the tumor out, then maybe, it wouldn't grow back. If they left, even one cell, then it could grow back. You spend a lot of time talking to yourself, saying it's not fair, she never hurt anybody. She didn't deserve this. The answer, of course is, no one deserved it.

It didn't matter. It was Maries' turn for an MRI.

The results came in.....