Facing the trueth

I was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for him to notify me about the C.A.T. scan I had done after I sustained a concussion in a football game. The headaches would not subside, so the doctor had ordered the test. He walked in, planted the scan on the white light and said, “Your brain is fine, but right here, you see,” as he pointed to a gray mass on the right side of my temple. H

I was in surgery for three hours. When I finally awoke, the first question I asked was, “Is it out?” My mom replied, “No.” I just sat there in bed and yelled, “Dammit!” The doctor was unsuccessful at removing the tumor. He told me the tumor was too large for him to remove and that I would need another operation. Because of the size of the tumor he couldn’t control the bleeding during surgery. To overcome this problem, he had me go back to the operating room two days later for an angyogram. The doctor shot dye into my tumor to see where all the veins were that fed blood to it. If possible, he was then going to obstruct the veins with jell to prevent any blood from reaching the tumor then remove it. Unfortunately, there were numerous veins to close off. At this point, I wanted it all to end. I had had enough. The doctor then told me I couldn’t participate in any physical activities anymore because if I got hit in the head that I could die. The next step was I had to go to a specialist in Philadelphia.

I was petrified in the doctor’s office at Philadelphia. I was sitting in the chair waiting for the doctor to come in and tell me all the bad news. If I needed surgery again, it was going to be major. The doctor would have to cut open the site of the tumor, shoot it with a laser, and then take it out. All I could think ab

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