Tumor time is a good time (Patreon)

Two weeks have passed since surprise tumor day. I've named it Brian. Brian the Brain Tumor. He's pretty docile, but he definitely needs to go. I wonder if he knows he's getting kicked out. He lives right by my brain, after all.

I'm in this weird, fluid sort of state. I call it being on tumor time. If tumor time wasn't, well yeah, tumor time, it'd actually be pretty great. All it means is that I wake up every morning, and ask myself: what do I feel like doing today? Like a very sad poster child of the expression "one day at a time".

The thing is, I actually feel pretty great. I laugh a lot. I make sure to be around friends as much as I can. The biggest difference is that when I get sad, I get really sad. Like emotional earthquakes it sweeps over me and makes me cower. While boiling pasta. In the restroom of a restaurant. In the middle of yoga class. If you're at the grocery store and see a girl in a NASA jacket crying by the cereal boxes, come pat me on the back.

To stick to the previous theme of science communication, here's a graph of my current mood. With unlabeled axes, because we're sticking with the shittiness too.

XOXO