So, how was YOUR weekend?

I have plenty of experience sleeping.  In bed, in meetings, in countless classes, and as I get older, during any sporting event which starts after 9:00.  When it comes to resting, I’m trained in a variety of methods, with varying degrees of success in each.  This weekend, I had my first setback.

Saturday, December 11, I woke up speaking absolute gibberish.  Granted, I have said some things in the past which could make you scratch your head, but my wife claims that this was a Hall-of-Fame worthy performance.  Do you remember the scene in “Bruce Almighty” when Bruce makes the anchor speak nonsense?  My experience was much less amusing.  Especially for my wife.  When it became obvious that I was experiencing a seizure, she had the presence of mind to call 9-1-1 and then the games began.

I don’t remember anything for the next few minutes, but I am grateful for every Medic and EMT who treated me before I spent some quality time in Waynesboro  Hospital.  An MRI proved my high school guidance counselor wrong; there is something inside my head.  As a result, I was transferred to Hershey Medical Center and after consulting with neurosurgeons, we have decided to do a biopsy on Thursday.

Since then, I have been overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from family, friends and co-workers.  I am worried that I will miss a message and forget to respond, so this could be a good solution for keeping in touch.  If you are uncomfortable with my candor, I apologize, but the more you know, the more you can support me. 

Yes, even now, it’s all about ME. 

I’ll leave you with this: 

1.  If someone means something to you, tell them.  Today.

2.  You can’t always choose your situation.  You choose how to handle it.

3.  Double up your hospital gowns.  Nobody needs to see that.  They’re sick enough already.

Keeping the faith

Garnet