Three years ago today, Dr. Glazier removed a pineal region golf ball sized tumor from my head. I was so glad to get that fucker out!
I think I’m doing great. The MRI yearly check is a little late, on the 24th. My anxiety wishes I already knew everything is fine. It’s going to be fine.
I would say everything is great except a few things. My memory is bad and writing is hard and still no appetite. I deal with a lot of anxiety but it is getting better.
How awesome is that though? I am thrilled
So happy to be alive.