It lurks in the shadows, lying in wait. Revealing incremental abnormalities so slight and varied, it cruelly beguiles us into complacency. That is, until its truly insidious nature announces its presence in some hideous way: a seizure, loss of speech, dizziness or that dreaded and undeniable image on the MRI.
That “it” is a brain tumor and I’ve come to loathe them all.
They take up space in the brain, but they brutally break the heart. The methodical deterioration is so hard to witness, I really don’t know who the disease is harder on, the patient or the caregiver. To systematically strip people of their abilities or memories one by one is torturous. I know.
Nearly a year to the day, I’ve seen my buddy at work Loren Nancarrow lose the simple dexterity to button a jacket, to the total loss of the use of his right hand, culminating…
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