careful of wishes

They tell you to be careful of what you wish for. Well, I have been catching up on some reading, here and elsewhere, and see I asked to know what the matter with me was. Well, I found out. But it was supposed to be some simple medical problem, as if I would do anything simple. Unfortunatly for those who love and care for me there is nothing simple about a brain tumour. I mean, I have it easy. I just sit back and do as I am told. It is others who worry about loss if that is to be the way of it. Which will not be if prayer is granted. Yet I am amazed. First in the care shown by total strangers, which blows me away. Then I knew I has a huge support network, people who cared for me, but I am surprised how deep that care is, how many love me, who I can and cannot go to. As for those rare few who would rather me elsewhere, I plan to disappoint and be around a long while yet as there are still too many answers to find. Like what will my babies be? What's the new car like to drive? Am I publishable?The book is in for a literary comp but still another month to find out how it went. So I plan to stuff all fluff and nonscense which has taken up too much of my time, in rightfull places.