Goodbye to the Orange

I am a very lucky individual. It's 2 years since I was diagnosed with a brain tumour. I'd been sick for about a year with what I thought was neck pain. I'd seen chiropractors, doctors and osteopaths who all told me it was stress, so I decided to move to another state where I thought life would be easier. I packed up my belongings and drove to my new home - from one state to another is a looong way in Australia and I've been told it was a miracle that I didn't have a seizure on the way, crash my car and kill or injure some innocent drivers. The tumour was the size of an orange. I spent a month in my new home getting sicker and sicker and it took me a few weeks to get in to see a doctor, who sent me for a CT scan. The x-ray centre told me I had to go see my doctor straight away and wouldn't let me drive there, when I asked why they told me they couldn't tell me. My doctor told me I had a brain tumour and couldn't wait for me to get out of his office. I called my mother, who called her doctor and she called me back and said that if I had to have a brain tumour, the one I had was the best kind. That was some comfort but I was so sick by that stage I didn't care whether I lived or died. I flew home the next day, apart from clothes and stuff there were 2 things I made sure I had with me - my will and a hat in case they shaved my head. On the plane on the way home I was fully expecting my head to explode. The next day I was admitted to hospital and I was feeling pretty sorry for myself until I saw the other people who were so much worse off than me. I was there for a week before they could operate and the morning after the operation I was sitting up eating breakfast. Went home 3 days later.

Apart from surviving, why am I so lucky? I found out just how many people cared about me and even people I didn't know very well were praying for me.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that's why we call it "the present".

And they didn't even shave my head. Now when I have one of life's inevitable twists and turns I remind myself just how incredibly lucky I am. Every day I try to help someone that needs it.

I'm hoping it won't grow back again but if it does I will be able to deal with it. In my prayers I don't ask for less burdens but a stronger back.

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2 Responses Mar 10, 2009

What a wonderful story, truley inspirational - like you I had a massive tumour removed (the size of my fist), makes you wonder how the b£$&*@~# got in there in the first place. Obviously NOT wonderful that it happened to you but your words have really hit home here today, for that I thank you - tomorrow will be a much better day, even though I have ben left with the ironing to do. Here's hoping that all is well and you are recovering, many thanks and God Bless, Mike

God Bless You.