What's A Dozen Years
Twelve years ago yesterday I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The day, the events, the looks on the nurses' faces are forever etched in my head. The tears my then-husband shed, my yelling at the doctor who didn't see me in person (talked to me on the phone) - it's all forever engrained on the timeline of my life. There are lots of days I'll never forget but only a few that I remember exactly by date: the birth of my children, my wedding day, the day he moved out, the day my mom fell - all left marks that changed my life. So, what's a dozen years? I've done a lot in that time, though it's not really what I expected. I forgot to mention something important. The "little something extra upstairs" was found because I had lyme disease (another fun chapter of my life that continues today). The things that happened to me are likely caused by lyme, not my brain. Important distinction. My kids were in car seats. I lost my ability to control m