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.