I’ve learned that brain surgery is no excuse for being lazy. You can’t use the line, “I can’t exercise because I have a hole in my head” for long.
The end of normalcy and at the beginning of what felt like the end is where this entry starts. It was two-months after my diagnoses. I was confused and angry. I didn’t know what to do or what to expect. I just knew that life wouldn’t be the same. Looking back at my 20-year-old self, I wishContinue reading “A Distant and Almost Sweet Memory”
I’m a believer in that the smallest things can make a difference. A dash of purple on a bracelet, a purple rose on a keychain and a note written with purple ink are wonderful gestures. These are but a few of the many things I’ve seen today. These little symbols remind me that I’m notContinue reading “A Purple Support System”
I’m quiet, if not at least soft spoken. It’s not that I don’t want to get to know you, and it’s not that I don’t care. I fear the confusion and alarm that I might bring. Five years ago, I’d smile brightly and tell you my name. I would even ask you to join meContinue reading “Social Butterfly”