It's not every day that you learn you have a rare brain condition. The day that I heard I did, was a changing day for me - it changed my whole world; my whole life.
One Sunday afternoon, my 22-year-old daughter Teresa made an unscheduled trip to the E.R. with a very strange—and potentially dangerous—sign of brain injury.
I had blamed these worrisome symptoms on my super jock husband who had dragged me over miles of hot sandy beaches and some death defying hikes along the cliffs of the Na Pali Coast.
“I don’t want you or your sisters to tell anyone that your mother has a brain tumor. We’ll tell people that she had a stroke. It doesn’t sound as bad.”
...there comes a day in everyone's life; inevitable. A day that sits heavily on your chest, so heavily that you can barely breathe...the day the phone rings. The devil's day.
