CHARLOTTE, NC (WBTV) - It was April 1, 2010 when I was told I had a brain tumor. Yes, on April Fool's Day.
I knew the doctor wasn't joking, but I remember thinking maybe, just maybe, he had made a mistake—wrong exam room, wrong patient, wrong MRI. But then he showed me the scan.
I'm no doctor, but I could clearly see the grape-sized tumor. I also recognized my nose. It was my profile, so it must also be my brain. And my brain tumor.
Fast forward two years, and having once had a brain tumor is something that rarely crosses my mind, no pun intended.
I was lucky. My tumor was "the best kind of brain tumor" to have.
It was found before it caused big problems. It was in a location that made it fairly easy for a neurosurgeon to remove.