I recently wrote this poem about sitting in the hospital with my brother when he had brain cancer. It sort of happened in a stream-of-consciousness moment, and I kept it just the way it was. I didn’t know it was going to wrap back around to the final lines of my best poem, written years ago, "Impending Spring." I’m glad I finally wrote this.

Personal blog.

A brain tumor??? Those words echoed through my entire body,"not my baby"!! the words thundered again in my head "brain tumor"my mind would not comprehend it "but she just has a cold"..

A poem of encouragement for a friend who will undergo brain surgery.

The struggle of impending loss of identity and, ultimately, death.

A girl admits her love for a boy as he dies from a brain tumor.

Cancer.

My Dad and Best Friend who died from Brain Cancer.

About a sister’s plea to seek help for a suspected illness. The younger sister gets an intuitive feeling, from a telephone conversation, that her sister needs immediate help for a brain illness.

I have had several surgeries in my lifetime. And while nobody really loves being sick or injured, looking back I have to say that I have enjoyed the experience of having had these operations. Every one of them improved me in some way, either in quality of life or, in saving my life itself.