The day following brain surgery, I continued to take stock of my condition. I had lost all hearing in my left ear. My left eyeball was catawampus…with the pupil turned toward my nose. I saw two of everything unless I closed one eye. I could still hear my[…]

There was a reason I believed I was experiencing a bona fide miracle when I awoke from the brain surgery. Before my diagnosis, a friend of mine had sent me a writing she had penned long ago. She sent it because I was going to have a surgery on my[…]

In my last blog post titled Brain Salad Surgery, I told you that something unexpected happened after I became addicted to, and subsequently “cold turkey’d” Oxycontin pain medication. I was in excruciating pain every waking minute of  every day. I didn’t think I could take much more. I often[…]

It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon before my eyes fluttered quickly, then opened. The artificial light in the intensive care unit at Brotman Medical Center in Culver City glared back at me. Disoriented,  I squinted up from the hospital bed. A smile backlit a face that[…]

Dr. Hrayr Shahinian is a renowned surgeon who saved my life in 2006. After being told by a neurosurgeon in Montana that my tumor was inoperable and I had approximately one year to live, I found Dr. Shahinian and had surgery in Los Angeles. After the surgery I was[…]

No matter what I hear about the evils of social media, I enjoy participating in it. I have made online friends, who I know have grown to care about me, as I have grown to care about them. And I want you to know, every time a Facebook[…]

I was pumped to the max. An IV drew a heavy-duty dose of steroids from a plastic bag and into my veins so my brain wouldn’t swell too much. I felt my thoughts levitating while my body beneath lie there, unable to move at all. But my mind…whew[…]

It was May of 2001. A full year had gone by since I had fallen down the stairs, broken my neck, and gotten addicted to pain medication. I had spent so much time at home in bed that I felt isolated from friends and from participating in any[…]

What does a neglectful childhood in an alcoholic family, a stint in juvenile hall, The Beatles, gang-bangers and prostitutes, teen marriage and motherhood, the state mental hospital, gang rape, life on the streets, rock and roll and a decade of drug abuse, battering, serious mental illness, the suicides[…]

When I awoke from brain surgery on October 16, 2006, I could hear my breath twice for each one breath I drew.  And it was loud, like the roaring of a waterfall. The first time I heard it, I was actually taking a breath. A couple of seconds[…]