It was the fall of 2017 when I first heard the words “brain tumor” applied to me. I was standing in someone else’s driveway when I got the call. I still remember the feel of the gravel under my feet, my ears straining to hear and comprehend the words my soft-spoken endocrinologist was saying, my brain rebelling against the idea that it could be the host of such a vile thing. I slowly began to understand that my recent MRI had revealed that I had a tumor about a… Continue reading defining moments: an invitation to surgery
defining moments: an invitation to surgery
