Sunday, April 26, 2009

Live to Tell


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

6 comments:

blackbird said...

Damn straight.
Keep on keeping on...

Randi said...

Truly an amazing story. You are incredibly strong.

Dave said...

Some of your best writing. Fantastic stuff.

Nicole said...

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. :)

Anonymous said...

So true. Hang in there Chez.

Anonymous said...

because you survived that, you were able to have that wonderful little girl of yours!