I'm not a fool, I know this thing will most likely come back but I am ready for round two, whatever that might be
For weeks that little voice inside me told me something was wrong!
A week before Christmas 2010, I had a full on seizure leading to my diagnosis of a brain tumor. Nothing in my life before that night ever gave me an indication of this. A month later in Seattle, I underwent a debulking surgery that removed roughly forty percent of my tumor.
October 21, 2010 landed me in the emergency room at Harris Hospital after experiencing double vision and an occasional loss of balance over a period of 3 weeks. After meeting with the ER doctor, it was decided that an MRI was in order. Upon returning to my room from the X-ray, my husband of 26 years, my 23 year-old daughter, and I were told that I had a large mass in my brain.
On June 10, 2011, I found out that I had 3 brain tumors.
My son started to have frequent insomnia at about age 11. He would take a lot of naps whenever possible. He seemed depressed and lethargic. His personality changed from being active and sometimes overly hyper, to irritable, slow, and helpless.
A week ago I was diagnosed with two brain tumors.
The decision alone was mine; no one could make it for me. I could only think: "Do I want to live the rest of my life like this? Also, if I should I die, then what? I have lived a good life."