Monday, Monday

Mandy can complain about a lot of things.

"Why won't you let me wear make-up to the dance?"

"Zachary looked at me!"

"Why is my favorite pink dress not clean?"

"Zachary is breathing too loud!!"

"Zachary looked at me again!!!"

But, there are lots more thing she never complains about. She never complains about having to go to clinic. She never complains about brain tumors or NF or chemo. Most of all, she never, ever complains about not feeling good. Even when she doesn't feel good, she will bull her way through it and say she feels fine, thankyouverymuch. She is made of some really tough stuff, lemme tell ya.

So, you can imagine my concern as she stood in front of me this morning, wobbly on her feet, complaining of a severe headache and nausea.

We talked about her headache, what kind of hurt, how bad on a scale of 1-10, where it hurt, etc.

"It's an 8, Momma."

She struggled to keep her eyes open in the car as we took Zachary to school. We came home and I carried her in and laid her back in bed and lay down beside her. I waited for clinic to turn on the phones at 9.

By 9, she was feeling much better, though far from 100%.

By 11:15, when we arrived at clinic she was running at about 95% and would only tell you her head hurt if you asked. A neuro exam performed by the doc was okay. So we left with instructions to keep a close eye on symptoms and call if they returned the next morning.

By 3 she was perfectly fine and said her head was hurting at the level of about a 2 or 3.


With brain tumors, there can be morning headaches and nausea associated with hydrocephalus or pressure. Or, she could just have a touch of something. Or have been tired.

She was mostly fine for the rest of the day and hopefully tomorrow morning will prove that this morning was a flukey series of events to make my blood run cold.

Love to all~