So, it's 3:00am and I am up. I can't sleep. I suppose the nerves and anxiety of going back to Stanford for my 3 year check up is kicking in. I feel fine, and I'm confident all my testing will be fine, but there's a small part of me that says "Ya, but...what if...". It's a scary place to be. With Moyamoya the reality of suffering, dying and death is so real...I see it every day. I pray a lot, and try very hard to send all my worries and concerns up to Him. He is my rock...

Going back to bed an hour later now to see if I can get anymore sleep. Flying is hard enough on a Moyamoya brain, I don't want to be sleep deprived as well. Good night!