My Husband's Tumor

First comes love, then comes a brain tumor.

This is our story: a collection of snapshots and memories of love, brain surgery, cancer and life
“I love you.” he says, “and I’m so sorry.” If you ever want evidence that the person you love is vastly superior to you in every conceivable way, have them give you a sincere apology for the unexpected arrival of their former significant other right before they undergo brain surgery. “Shut up,” I say. Because really, shut up your mom is here, and because I am busy thinking about how vastly superior he is to me in every single way, because he is sincerely apologizing to me for the unexpected arrival of his former significant other minutes before he undergoes brain surgery.  He’s not concerned about the fact that a beautiful woman and a handsome surgeon are going to use a saw to create a “skull flap” and move around HIS BRAIN TO REMOVE A GIANT TUMOR. He’s concerned that my feelings are hurt. Fucking. Kill. Me. 

“I love you.” he says, “and I’m so sorry.”

If you ever want evidence that the person you love is vastly superior to you in every conceivable way, have them give you a sincere apology for the unexpected arrival of their former significant other right before they undergo brain surgery.

“Shut up,” I say. Because really, shut up your mom is here, and because I am busy thinking about how vastly superior he is to me in every single way, because he is sincerely apologizing to me for the unexpected arrival of his former significant other minutes before he undergoes brain surgery. 

He’s not concerned about the fact that a beautiful woman and a handsome surgeon are going to use a saw to create a “skull flap” and move around HIS BRAIN TO REMOVE A GIANT TUMOR. He’s concerned that my feelings are hurt.

Fucking. Kill. Me. 

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