Brain Tumor: We’re Playing With Hormones
I remember every detail of what I was doing when I got the phone call that explained a good 70% of what was currently wrong with me. By then Dr. Green, had been following me closely for over a year, but I’d spent my most of my childhood and the entirety of my adolescence growing up in hospitals. My parents ignored all the positive test results and just insisted it was all in my head. Over and over they told me to snap out of it and just start acting like a normal teen. They never imagined I might have a brain tumor.
About two weeks after I finished the 24-hour urine cortisol, I was sitting in a recliner next to the nursing home hospital bed my grandmother was lying in. She was in rehab after she missed the bottom two stairs going down to the basement and fell, fracturing her femur. I was playing with the flip sequins on my unicorn shirt.
“Are you hanging in?” I asked her.