I rushed my husband to the emergency room with slurred speech.

I thought he was having a stroke.

We found out he had a primary glioblastoma the size of a small orange in the left side of his brain, right in the middle of his speech center.

That was March 7th, 2016.  A day that without mercy changed our lives.

Today is April 29th, two brain surgeries later.  Next week we begin 6 weeks of chemo and radiation.

In the sea of crisis, I need someplace to catalog our experiences and write.