Now that you mention it...

On Friday while in NJ for Thanksgiving, BF and I went to see The Fountain. After the movie as we pulled up outside my parents' house and parked, BF turned to me. "Don't die of a brain tumor, okay?" (This makes more sense if you've seen the movie but if you haven't don't worry, I didn't give away any secrets you won't learn in the first 5 minutes.)

"You've got nothing to worry about, love. I'm fine, so you're stuck with me for a while," I assured him.

Ah, the power of suggestion.

At dinner, I began to panic. Brain tumor, brain tumor. Hmmmm. I have had a hard time finding the right words lately. Mixing up words. Misplacing objects. I always walk into things. No spacial acuity. I'd spilled my Sprite Zero all over the table just minutes before - things were slipping out of my grip - weakness in my extremities. Brain tumor, brain tumor, brain tumor.

Finally, when there was a break in the table conversation, I blurted out my symptoms and asked my mother for her diagnosis. She said I don't have a brain tumor.


Ah, the power of mom.