Memories
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Complete Wed, Apr 15, 2015<5 mins
This is my diary of memories that I don't want to let go of, and I'm starting it today. Why am I writing these you ask? Because in exactly three months I'm having brain surgery... Not so cool, huh? See, I have a tumor the size of a quarter near the outer edge of my temporal lobe and if it isn't removed soon it will become larger and could damage other nearby parts of the brain. I don't want to forget who I am but the doctors say my mind will be blank and memories will have become a blur or deteriorated altogether if I make it out of surgery. They really know how to scare you around here. Life as I know it is going to be a new book for me to read, a new movie to see. I will be on the outside looking in. My best friends will be strangers, even family... My own mother will be someone my brain doesn't so much as recognize. The only person who knows about this is Momma. Everyone else thinks the headaches and confusion are just a part of me. The truth hurts and I don't want to hurt them. I told them I'm leaving soon. To be really honest, I don't believe I will make it out of the surgery. It's a twenty-five percent chance of living. They're better off not knowing.
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