My brain was bleeding. I sat at a friend’s kitchen table, right cheek against the cold wood, images of the most recent space shuttle disaster flickering across the T.V. I couldn’t feel my left arm. I was dizzy and weak and the room was getting darker.
My shirt was wet.
I thought “my brain is hemorrhaging and I’m about to die”.
My life didn’t flash before my eyes. I thought instead of my death at such a young age, forty-three, and what I ...Continue Reading →