“SHORT STRAW”

After catscans, blood tests, x-rays and numerous MRIs, my little team of befuddled doctors decided to go to the source (my brain) to figure out why the hell I’m so dizzy, spaced out, tired and fabulously thin.

So on June 27, Dr. Srinivasan shaved bits and pieces of my skull, sawed out a little plug of skull, and went in.

Initial diagnosis:

You have an inoperable brain tumor called a medulloblastoma. There is no cure. We’ll try to turn months into a couple of years. I’m sorry. You got the short straw.

And then our world came crashing down.