I Call Poetry My Therapy

by Steven

As the rains of hurricane season arrived in Southern New England, I thought I might be getting a sinus infection. Three courses of antibiotics failed to provide relief and a CT scan was ordered. I was cleaning a flooded basement while waiting for results. Four days before Christmas in 2005, the MRI came in as a meningioma tumor.

Faces of Change

by Daniel

Eleven years a survivor, once introduced to the notion of having a brain tumor, life would give me the chance to wear many faces.