For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, the P.C. (Pollitically Correct) definition is you're having a difficult time dealing with something. Now I'm not trying to sound like a Whiner, because in the big picture of Terminal brain tumor patients I have it pretty good. For one, I'm still here. Two, I'm home (not laying in a hospital bed somewhere). Three, even though it takes some preplanning and is pretty physically tasking, I can still pretty much go and do what I want (we 've met/been in contact with enough people on their own "path" through the same "Valley of the Shadow of Death" to know I should count my blessings). So please don't misunderstand me venting my frustrations of feeling like a prisoner trapped in my own body as being ungrateful and losing sight of the sometimes hidden blessings that come from my struggles. Four reprioritization of what's important in life along with the perspetive that it brings (like family, the joy of spending a "Good Day" with them, and what that means). Probably most important of all, trust God's plan. It goes far deeper and has way more levels than you can comprehend.  Just stay strong, keep the faith, and trust the process. Lisa and I went to church (Thursday night service is the same as what the service is going to be on Sunday), now we very easily could have stayed home and watched it on St. Paul's YouTube channel, but hearing your favorite band on the radio or watching you favorite team on T.V. is just not the same as experiencing them live and in person. Plus it was the 3rd Thursday of the month so we got to take communion and once again the sermon was spot on what my heart needed to hear. Now maybe it is because I'm older and pay attention better or maybe I was just open to hear it? Either way, I like to think God was sitting there with me, patting me on the knee to remind me He is watching, and taking note of it all so don't worry. He's got this.