That was the weirdest fucking goodbye of my entire life.

By the way, no matter who you are, or what you do, someone will always be older than you and will be able to get away with belittling your minor neurological deficits.

Before I left for the National Brain Tumor Society's annual summit I asked The Liz Army blog readers if you had questions you would like me to ask doctors and health care professionals I would presumably meet at the event.

Hallmark is seriously missing out on the "thank you for saving my life" card genre.

If life is short, and if my tumor grows back, it is worth having made myself as strong as possible before the fight. It is worth feeling good in my own skin, especially if I only have a short time in this skin.

Whenever Tim Lincecum struck out a batter, Buster Posey hit a home run, or Pablo Sandoval wore his hat sideways during a rally, I felt like I was part of something greater than myself. I became one of hundreds of thousands of fans in orange and black who leave their hearts in San Francisco.

I have no idea if my father is 'proud' of me, but in my mind he has no right to be proud. Because nothing of who I am reflects on him, his skills as a parent or of who he is as a person. Pride is feeling good about something you did. He never did anything, and he certainly never reached out during my entire cancer process. I never got flowers. I never got a card. He didn't come to my wedding.

There are people who are mortgaging their homes just to get their kids the Temodar they need. Some people are skipping their treatment and using it only every other month.So you can imagine what a blessing it would be to brain cancer patients everywhere if our chemotherapy was treated the same way as chemo for every other cancer patient. For reasons unknown to me, we are being discriminated against, and this is not OK.

Since I am psychic, and have answered a million questions about brain scans, I am going to answer all the questions I know you have.