I'm dying.
This isn't a joke, but I'll most likely be fine. I was diagnosed with epilepsy, long story short, wasn't epilepsy and I don't have insomnia either, I have a cancerous brain tumor that came from a radon leak in our house when I was 8. I've had this thing for 8 years.
Yeah.
Surgery time. Hopefully I'll be fine, but you never know.
If I'm lucky I'll be fine and get a taste at what good night's sleep is, or what it's like to go about your day without hallucinating stuff, and my general anxiety will be gone.
If I'm lucky I'll be able to live a normal life.
This is going on all my books, until surgery's done I'll most likely be on hiatus unless writing helps me not stress. Assume to not hear anything aside from joking updates, my surgery's in 13 days.
I know the hiatus doesn't apply to this since it's finished but nevertheless, thought you'd appreciate knowing.
YOU ARE READING
☁︎︎❥𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘁|⌫ - 𝘗𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘜
Teen Fiction!The author of this story may or may not have died of a brain tumor or in surgery we haven't gotten to the surgery yet we'll see! 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘕𝘰...
