Three years ago this past week, I underwent surgery to have a tumor the size of a pinball removed from my brain.
Considering some of the painful upheaval going on in my life right now, I figure it's kind of important to keep what happened to me just a few short years ago in mind as a means of putting everything in perspective.
In the end, it's good to be alive.
Where Is My Mind? (Part 1)/10.12.06
Where Is My Mind? (Part 2)/12.26.06
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Live to Tell
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6 comments:
Damn straight.
Keep on keeping on...
Truly an amazing story. You are incredibly strong.
Some of your best writing. Fantastic stuff.
Friend of mine,
When I look at all that you've gone through, and think about what you're going through right now, you amaze me. That's not pandering or ass-kissing (because you know that's not how I roll); it's just truth. So believe me when I tell you that you're probably one of the most amazing people I know, and I'm proud to be your friend.
I think the Vicodin kicked in. :)
So true. Hang in there Chez.
because you survived that, you were able to have that wonderful little girl of yours!
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