When one of the Drs introduced herself as a neurologist my worst fears had come true she told me Briana had a tumor on her brain stem.
My big brother, John, was diagnosed with a GBM on January 14, 2009. We should've known something was wrong, but he was single and lived alone.
Our experience with brain cancer was short. My mom had been suffering with weakness in her right arm, the inability to write, and difficulty walking. Since she had polio as a child, and already had difficulty walking, nobody thought about a brain tumor.
As a young girl my dad taught me hope. He showed me how to survive in this world. He taught me how to fight for what I believed in and to follow my dreams; no matter how big or small - with dedication, passion, and courage they could be fulfilled.
by Cheryl Lynne
Since my mother started her journey with brain cancer in the middle of January 2010, she has been a patient in three different hospitals; one for diagnosis, one for treatment and the hospital in our hometown where she worked as a nurse for 38 years. The hometown hospital has made it easier for family members and friends to visit with her and has given her the opportunity to be cared for by the women that she worked with over the years.
On June 17, 2004 my 13 year-old daughter, Marci, woke up complaining of pain in the right side of her head. By the time I realized I needed to call 911, she suffered a massive stroke on her bedroom floor, in my arms.
In September of 2010, we learned that my husband of sixteen years had the "meanest tumor" according to the doctor.
I was sitting in a meeting on April 27, 2007 day dreaming about the weekend and never imagining that one phone call would change it all. I went to my office after my meeting and had a voice mail from my dad, he said "Dr thinks I have a brain tumor, don't stress over it, it's no big deal."
My daughter was 24 years old when she was diagnosed with GBM. She had just returned from South Korea, where she was a soldier. She was beautiful, strong, but most of all she was loving and loved.
My husband of 35 years passed away July 15, 2011. I lost my best friend and the love of my life. He was only 61 years old.
Sharing my stories is part of my healing process. I you will also find some comfort in your grief in reading about my memories of my sister.
Cam never understood what was wrong with him. He was such a little fighter. And he never let anything stop him from doing what he loved to do.
In April 2009 my 10 year-old son, Kurt Bourne, was diagnosed with a brain tumor. We were told it was benign, and he started on steroids and radiation treatments. Three weeks into his treatments another MRI was done and showed the tumor had exploded in size.