When I got so sick, I really wondered if I would see another birthday. It was the getting sicker and more disabled at an ever increasing rate that was so alarming. At the rate it was going, I couldn’t survive much longer.

But five months ago, I had my life-saving surgery. Five months ago, a skilled neurosurgeon removed a tiny tumor from my pituitary gland, and gave me hope. I think I will see many more birthdays now. I don’t know how much of my health I will ultimately recover, but up is a better direction than down.

I gave the ax to Ernest T
And so survived to forty-three