I debated whether or not to write tonight.
Right now, I’m sitting in a strange bed. All alone, pondering my life.
Today I took a mental health day, literally.
I packed up my car and drove for a few hours. Far away.
Here I am.
Grateful. Sad. Scared. Thankful. Hopeful. Worried.
These past five years were unbelievably difficult.
I remember the CT scan.
I remember walking to my doctor’s office.
I remember him saying to me, “There’s something there.”
I remember calling my mom. Then my brother.
I remember it all.
I remember the next 9 days.
I made it through. Somehow.
I have so much to be grateful for.
First and foremost, that I could make this trip.
I want to cry.
I want to scream.
I want to yell.
I hate these brain tumors.
They have robbed me of all that I hoped for my life.
But, I’m here. I’m alive. I’m not done fighting.