27 Years And Counting

I'm likely going to die of something else now.

As my Father would say. it's a good day to wake up "above the grass."

Twenty-seven years ago today, one intrepid neurosurgeon and his supporting cast of cohorts spent eight hours resecting a golf ball-sized malignant tumor from my cerebellum during a radical craniotomy.

Despite an ensuing three months of Chernobyl-level radiation therapy, I consider 1/10 …