Jeff writes, “I received my diagnosis late on Friday afternoon of what would be a very long weekend. I had really hoped to avoid brain surgery in my life.”
And not surprisingly, moments of the next four days would be intermittently terrifying and poignant. Seeing my tumor on the MRI, I quickly realized that my treatment specifics and outcome would depend mostly on its position, size and what vital areas it had grown around and into thus far. I chose not to Google much. I wouldn’t learn more until meeting with a neurosurgeon the following Tuesday morning.
What We Can Learn From My Brain Tumor [Jeff Reifman]