The other night I woke up smelling burnt toast. I immediately think I am having a stroke and get up and take a truck-load of aspirin. Then I lay in bed thinking about how I am sure I have a headache coming on and I really wanted to talk to someone so I would know if my speech was slurred. I didn't want to tell Renan because, well.................. he thinks I am crazy. So I laid there until I fell back asleep. I got up the next morning, much to my surprise, and remember my close call with death. Then comes the embarrassing part! burnt toast is not a sign of a stroke but a sign of a brain tumor. Apparently I have a brain tumor! Not a stroke! My life is sooooooo eventful!