Before Friday April 24th, 2015.
I was a 32-year-old mother of 2. I worked 8-5 in logistics and customer service. I had a boyfriend that I adored. I was happy, I was having fun. I was just living a normal life…
On Friday April 24, 2015.
I remember it being a long, long, stressful day. I cannot, however, remember why. I left work at 5pm. My son (Mars, 4 years old) was picked up from daycare by his father. I picked up my daughter (Terryn, 9 years old) from after care. We went straight home. We had to have been home maybe 30 minutes. I remember being overwhelmingly sleepy. I remember texting my BF to come home, that I didn’t feel like going to dinner after all. I laid across the bed and closed my eyes, I thought. I awoke to my daughter at the foot of my bed in tears. I asked her what was wrong. She said there was something wrong with me, that my eyes were open and there was “stuff” coming out of my mouth. I told her that I was fine, that I was tired, really tired. When I look back on this memory it’s tunnel vision, it’s very blurry. I remember him walking in the room, saying “let’s go to the hospital.” I remember declining. There is one or two 1 second flashes of memory after that and then nothing until I woke up in the hospital on Saturday morning.
That evening I would assume that I had 3-5 seizures before arriving at the emergency room. I was told of my being unconscious, and of a point “at which I became violent” (running joke) in emergency. I was blessed enough to have made it home safe with my baby girl; to have started seizing in the comfort of my own bed; to have a daughter smart enough to call my BF in this emergency; to have a BF that saves my life. I feel like I woke up knowing that I was hospitalized and waiting on answers as to why, which is very weird to me. I remember seeing my mother, who lives 2 hours away and asking her who drove her here and falling back asleep. I remember waking up and that handsome man of mine leaning in and saying to me “they found a lesion on your brain baby. You have to decide whether to have it surgically removed or do chemo and radiation.” I remember saying without hesitation “remove it.”
Two weeks later I had my right temporal craniotomy. I was never in fear of the surgery. I know now that the surgery was the easy part. Recovery from surgery has been smoother than expected. Waiting for my tumor diagnosis was easy as well because I knew it was benign… right up until I couldn’t get that information over the phone. That is the point where my gears began to turn.
May 29th, 2015
My follow-up appointment, I’ll never for get it “It looks like cancer.” Aggressive. Grade 4. GBM. Stay optimistic. Pray.
After May 29th, 2015
We fight. Like “This is Sparta!” fight. Period.