It was just me by myself when I got the news. The blurred vision, issues with my balance… it was a brain tumor. I don’t remember the exact details of that day. It all came at me so fast. But what I do remember thinking was, “I am not going to let it stop me.” I had the doctor telling me they were going to do everything they could to aggressively pursue it. But the voice that spoke the loudest was God’s. I had my faith and it told me I was going to be okay. I did not know how… but I believed.
This year has been a long one. After my surgery in June, I was better… but worse at the same time. Better because they were able to remove 60 percent of the tumor. Worse because I could not walk or barely talk. A week in intensive care…then three weeks of in-patient therapy; but I made it through. Physical therapy, speech therapy, occupational therapy… they all continue. I have to remind myself recovery is not a destination as much as a process. And you can’t rush the process.
There have been other high moments in this last year. And low moments as well. My good days outweigh the bad though. As I always say, I believe God is able. I trust Him and the plans He has for me.
And I’m excited about what’s to come.