What I Learned From My Brain Tumor

“I am dying.” I said.
“No you’re not.” he said.
“Then please kill me.”
“No.” he shook his head.
“I want to go home.” I begged.
“I know.” he whispered to me again.

After Eric left to finally get some sleep at the Best Western Motel across the street, I watched the second hand of the clock jerk forward all night long. It took months.

I have never felt so rotten and scared in my life. There were wires everywhere, IV lines stuck in both arms, oxygen mask, you name it. There was no “Grey’s Anatomy” chirpy girl-music, only the loud whirring of 10 busy machines next to my head.

Through the glass I watched my nurse’s mouth silently moving all night long. She talked from midnight till five am, shaking her head back and forth. I wondered who would keep listening to someone so disappointed in them for so […]