It has been two years now since I first experienced
the symptoms that would later be diagnosed as a brain tumor. And while I wouldn’t say that my life is
markedly better now—indeed, sometimes it seems much worse—I met a lot of
wonderful people during the process, made new friends, and reconnected with old
ones. If anyone asks, I know exactly
which medications will help with nausea during chemotherapy, and I have been in
the MRI machine so many times that I am now an old pro at having scans. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed,
or the best-looking, or the wealthiest person you’ll ever meet, but I am
skilled at one thing: surviving.
