Living with brain cancer
I’m writing this from my hospital room, sitting by the window. The sky is dreary, and I can't wait for spring to feel like spring. You may ask, "Didn’t you already leave the hospital?" Yes—over three weeks ago—but I can’t seem to stay away.
For months, I had two task reminders saved to my computer’s desktop. The note on the left side of the screen listed the assignments I still had to complete for school. The note on the right side of the screen read: “Fill out advance directive.” These notes were a daily reminder of my conflicting identities. The left-side version of me: a 26-year-old medical student with many opportunities ahead; the right-side version of me: a young adult living with terminal brain cancer.
Jeremy's Journey 