Today was not such a good day. I slept most of the day. But it means that I've had three days where I've pushed through the pain before I couldn't anymore. Which is good and definitely progress. Since the botox, all of the pain that I feel with my head is so much more intense. I'm not sure what to make of that. But I do have longer stretches of time where I feel better. And they seem like they are just getting longer. Which is definitely a wonderful thing.
I helped Mom make cinnamon swirl bread today. We have yet to figure out the exact way to make it, apparent in the huge cave we found when we cut the bread open. I remember sometime after 9/11 Mom made a batch of bread that somehow managed to have a bubble in it like the one below. I'm pretty sure all three loaves did and we joked that Osama Bin Laden was hiding in the caves of her bread. It's just one of those funny moments that I don't think I'll ever forget.
Doesn't look pretty but boy is it delicious!
Photo Credit: My mom
She sent this to me when she didn't think I was going to come down for dinner.
Title comes from the song "Soldier" by Gavin DeGraw.
Labels: 40 loaves, Baking, Botox, Family, Memories, Migraines, Music
