Where There Is a Shadow
I always thought if faced with a disease as treacherous as brain cancer I would crumble into pieces. But (much to my surprise), I didn’t. Did I cry when I learned definite diagnosis would mean brain surgery? Yes. Did I cry when standard treatment failed and the tumor took a nasty turn mid-2010 which required yet another open brain surgery? Absolutely. But in my war against the grade III glioma in my left frontal lobe, I’ve thus far been extraordinarily fortunate compared to what many other brain tumor survivors experience. Some days I even forget it’s there. There’s no denying that a brain cancer diagnosis casts a very dark shadow over the lives of patients and their loved ones. But without shadow, there can be no light.