I could feel the swarm of panic, caution, and chaos as the medics unloaded me out of the ambulance. Entering the Emergency Room, hospital staff took over asking me a slew of questions–most of which my mind could not process. I was very nervous; that I do remember distinctly.
Within a matter of minutes, IV’s were inserted, Electrodes were applied, CAT scan’s were ordered, and family was notified. This would begin a plethora of tests, which in the days to follow would detect a cyst on the right side of the temporal lobe. The scans turned into M.R.I’s and the testing turned into a diagnosis. It became clear that whatever the “it” was, it did not belong in my head. Two days later, upon confirmation of test results and review by a panel of Neurologists, the decision was made to operate…
