You should have seen me run! Remember I was tugging on luggage for three days ... plus my MRI x-rays. I was a sight. But, praise God. They waited for me, and I made my flight. My friend and I found seats towards the back of the plane and tried to get as comfortable as possible.
You should also know that I always try to have fun no matter where I am. That includes this trip to Dallas for a biopsy of my brain. So, I tried to find things to laugh about. My voice tends to carry. People either find my laughter contagious or irritating.
There was a man on the plane who found my laughter beyond irritating. He got up and found a seat further up the plane -- after turning around and giving me the dirtiest look I'd seen in a long, long time.
Given the fact I was on my way to have a loooong needle put into my brain I was not going to let this man change my mood. However, my friend and I did happen to bump into him later at the Dallas airport. He didn't seem to be so upset at that time. I really did consider apologizing to him, but he disappeared in the crowd rather quickly. So, to you Mr. Man, I am sorry.
The trip to Dallas was punctuated by a very successful biopsy, a dinner at a tasty seafood restaurant, and learning just how expensive taxis can be in Dallas! Truly, my friend and I returned to Amarillo after three days with no more incidents.
The biopsy showed the tumor had grown into malignant cancer that could no longer be ignored and sat across both communication lobes on the left side of my brain. Making the cancer and the tumor inoperable. As a writer I could not risk being left unable to communicate.
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