Really, Henry? Does it have to be a headache? Couldn't you say your foot hurt or something a little less ominous?
So I soothed myself with the knowledge that his last MRI was a scant 3 weeks ago. And that his headache preceded the MRI...so it couldn't be the tumor.
At least he's not vomiting. Then I'd really worry.
Until last Friday night. When he woke, in the middle of the night, and vomited.
The last time that happened, that way, was the week preceding his diagnosis. So Friday night was a very long night for my husband and I.
Since then, Henry's better. But it gave me just a taste of the anxiety that is to come, for the next several months to years....if I'm lucky.
Every headache, stumble, vomiting illness will bring it all back again.
If I'm lucky.
I need to learn to embrace life with cancer. It's the life I've got, and it's like that old saying goes "Getting older sucks, but it's better than the alternative."
Worrying about all these little things just might make me crazy, but really, it's what I want most.