I am 41, and the doctor thinks I have a brain tumor. I’ve been passing out a lot lately. Monstrous headaches. My vision is unpredictably bad. I’m not hungry—and I’m always, always hungry. Tingly fingers. The works. And of course I’ve been ignoring these symptoms for months. Or is it years? “That must be a good sign,” I tell him. “Surely I’d be dead by now.” He just looks at me.
I’ve had an MRI and there’s a dark spot, black as sin, but the technician wasn’t absolutely sure, and my doctor isn’t an oncologist, although his wife is. Something is in there that shouldn’t be. Something is not right. So I’m having another one and seeing a specialist in a few days. It’s not 100%. It might not be cancer.
My gut says I will be fine. He wouldn’t have spared me from AIDS just to take me out like this. Whatever it is, I suddenly regret saying, “I’m ready to be with Jesus!” so many times over the past couple of years. God is like that. One of his favorite punishments is giving you what you asked for.
The thing in my head is in the best place it could be, surgically speaking, so there’s that. And there are still a few, much less serious, things it could be, none of which will lay claim to my hair. Heavenly Father, don’t make me tour in a silk headscarf. I’ve tried it out at home in the mirror, and I don’t look tragic, or dramatic, or sympathetic. I look piratical, like a gypsy fortune teller.
People who are beastly to others for a living have no right to ask for good wishes, let alone prayer, even when they’re scared. But I am scared, so I am asking anyway. Instead of tweeting or texting me something celebratory, do me a favor, would you? Ask Our Lord to spirit this thing away, so I can get back to work, like I promised. I’ll keep you posted.
When my mother first moved to Japan, she tried to jaywalk while pushing a stroller on an empty residential street. She was immediately stopped by an old, well dressed Japanese man who solemnly told her in perfect English "the downfall of society begins with the individual"
if the simulation isnt programmed for peak entertainment then explain how we just shitposted our way into getting a department dedicated to firing half of the government named DOGE and led by elon musk and vivek ramaswamy under a trump presidency
@BackReliefCoach I run 15 to 18 miles a week plus peloton 80 + miles a week. Hip pain is new and I think my ROM is fine. Could not jog this morning but had no trouble doing 20 miles on the peloton. Grateful for any help.