Today I had a short but very serious br conversation with the tumor br on the back of my head. Now the size of a nectarine, br it has developed a mind of its own. It demands br clean pillow cases and more of my attention br than I care to offer. It oozes the thick tears br of a yellow death as it pleads with me to take its life. br It demands heavier medication; I withhold it. br I know the rules. Pain is all relative. br Relief comes in a pill. br The blues ones make you crazy. br The yellow ones are for emergencies. br The red, take those and you’re dead. br The tumor on my head begs me for those red ones….