I know of a lady who named her various brain tumors after her ex-husbands. I wasn't quite as good natured as she to do that much (and I don't have any ex's) but I think it was to her credit that she did.
It's crazy hard to be told that you have a brain tumor. So many of you already know parts of my story, but I am finally doing what I told myself I would do in those rough weeks of recovery: write about it so that another person, who may be caught in a scary diagnosis would have an idea of what happens. And also to thank all of you. My friends and church members doctors, and especially family, who supported me and helped me through it all.
At the time of my diagnosis, I was a content mother of 3, rolling along happily married to my best friend (still the case), trying to not go crazy having my hands so full. All of our energies were going into raising kids who could grow up in a healthy 2 parent household that actually loves being together. That has always been our goal. Though not easy, neither me or my husband saw what was coming with the whole tumor thing.
