Saturday was my headiversary. Three years ago, on October 13th, 2015, I had brain surgery to remove a tumor.

I had only been diagnosed four months, but after a week of feeling more awful than normal and nice little trip to ER because of seizures, the tumor had grown exponentially.  Okay, I guess it’s time for surgery. It was one of the scariest days of my live. While I love to celebrate the importance of that day—I’ll take any reason to celebrate something—it’s a little discouraging. They took out my meningioma—scraped out the whole thing, leaving me with a crescent moon scar on the right side of my head. I had a shitty pathology report—tumor was atypical (not malignant or benign)—and my doctor said there mostly would be reoccurrence in the next 5-10 years.  Then BOOM! One year later, the tumor is back. I’m swept up into seven weeks of radiation therapy where I lose my hair, blow up from steroids, and sleep all day, every day. It was some of the worst few months I’ve had in the 27 years I’ve been chillin’ on this planet. All that nonsense and I still have the fucking tumor.

So, despite still having the tumor, I like to celebrate my headiversary to make myself feel good about conquering such a giant feat. Plus, when someone complains about something so very mundane, I get to respond with: “Well, at least it’s not brain surgery.” After sleeping in, going to dinner and movie with my momma, I ended  Saturday in bed early with an ice pack and a migraine. Well, at least I know how to stay on brand.

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