I think the most difficult part of dealing with my hydrocephalus now, as opposed to thirteen years ago, is that I'm a mother and a wife and each of those relationships needs my love. But when all I can do is lay on my bed in the darkness of my room and every little noise makes the pain a million times worse, I can't do my job.
So thanks dad for lending us your wife while we work on fixing this brain of mine. Everything is better when mom/grandma is in town to help bring happiness and cookies to an otherwise stressful situation.
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