Who Said Airplanes Don't Wait For Anyone?

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.

A Needle In My Brain - Just What The DR Ordered

The doctors decided that the something that what had to be done was a biopsy of my brain so they would have a better understanding of what was going on inside of my brain. That was a pretty scary time. Just thinking about the needle that they would need to sink into my brain would bring anxious times to me.

Because of the kind of tumor it was, and where it was, if they made one mistake, put that needle in the wrong place, my ability to communicate would be jeopardized. My oral and written communication skills could be gone.

That was when I had to remember who was in control. Not the doctors and certainly not me. It was my God, my Creator, my Father.

They explained it to me very clearly. The process was called "stereo tactic" due to the way my head would be held during the process. I was sitting up at about 90 degrees and my head was held within a frame ... and I was awake.

Anyway, after a lot of prayer, I was ready. My son was prepared and taken care of, and I was off to Dallas for three days.

Although I was running late to the airport, and even going through all the hoops at the security gate, and I just couldn't catch up. A friend was traveling with me and tried to tell them I was on my way and they didn't want to wait. Who knew??

But, wait they did. Once again, God showed His hand on my situation and the plane waited on me. It was just a couple of minutes, but it was all the time I needed to get through security and to the plane door!