Published on May 18, 2016 in Share Your Story
The moment you feel you’re ready to try to live again, your strength is once again depleted and your searching for the energy you once had. One moment they tell you the tumor is shrinking and you crab hold of an ounce of hope, only to be told later that you still can’t come off of treatment, lest the tumor begin to grow again. There’s so much more I could share, but I’ll stop there.
There’s not much of a support groups, that I’ve found, particularly in the African American communities, because either they don’t share the information or they don’t are not as forth coming about this particular type of brain tumor. At any rate, I await either a cure or a miracle from the Hand of God, until then, I remain in faith that God has His hands on me.
Benita Bradley
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