AWKWARD TURTLES & ACOUSTIC NEUROMAS

Apologies for the delay in getting this post up. Between traveling from Ecuador, my best friend's wedding, returning to Ecuador, and promptly getting sick, I didn't have the opportunity until tonight to type up a proper entry. I promised that I would write at least one last entry following my one year MRI to "conclude," one way or another, what began over a year ago on a cold February morning. I won't lie. In the days leading up to my MRI, my nights were filled with visions of Dr. Woodson walking through the door of my exam room, my MRI results in  her hand. Sometimes she would be smiling and congratulating me on making it through the year tumor-free, and other times her somber face would appear as she gently explained that I would have to go back under the knife. I tried not to dwell on either outcome knowing that no matter how much I imagined one or the other, it would do little to affect the cells growing or not growing in my head. Strangely, in spite of al

I know it's been some months since I've put up a new post. I actually wasn't planning on writing anything new until I had my MRI in June. But I realized I couldn't let my one year AN-nniversary pass without taking a moment to say a few words. After all that Iggy and I went through, it simply wouldn't be right. Believe it or not, I almost forgot today was my one year anniversary. And I think that's a great thing. It means that I've moved on with my life and that my surgery has not had any serious lasting effects. I am the same girl I was a year ago with only a few minor physical changes. The fat that was placed at my incision site has finally sunken in and dispersed as the doctors said it would. So I now have a faint scar and a depression about the size of a quarter behind my right ear. It's still slightly sensitive to touch and it still weirds me out a bit to know that part of my skull is missing, but it's not at all painful. The area in my hip i