Showing posts with label brain blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brain blog. Show all posts

Monday, July 15, 2013

“What brain injury survivors want you to know”


Here’s a reposting of a reposting, but it’s still current and valuable and poignant. I found it on Anne McGinnis Breen's Brain Tumor Blog -http://gbyay.blogspot.com/ 

Basically, it’s a brain injury victim’s request that transmogrifies into a bit of a rant and, at times, becomes a plea for understanding and help. It’s entitled “Lost and Found: What brain injury survivors want you to know.” http://gbyay.blogspot.com/2013/07/lost-and-found-what-brain-injury.html

Here’s a plaintive excerpt from that list: “Please don’t be condescending or talk to me like I am a child. I’m not stupid, my brain is injured and it doesn’t work as well as it used to. Try to think of me as if my brain were in a cast.”

What a good analogy.

Here’s a link to http://www.brainline.org/ - the source of the original post.

Image credit: <a href='http://www.123rf.com/photo_17170375_a-broken-brain--digitally-manipulated-3d-render.html'>AlienCat / 123RF Stock Photo</a>
 


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

70 Things I Learned from Having a Brain Tumor



Full disclosure: I didn’t learn these 70 things, or even my own 70 things.  But I did read a brain tumor blog posting from Geraldine that I just love: “70 Things I Learned from Having a Brain Tumor.”

I’ve copied and pasted the first six for you to read and enjoy:

“Here are some of the things I learned from my experience. I tried putting them in some sort of coherent order, but that kind of failed miserably, so instead, I’ve just plopped them all into one big list.

Call it a brain dump, if you will.

Trying to diagnose yourself over the internet is a terrible idea. The world wide web, once a dear friend, purveyor of porn, and shopping buddy, will turn on you. And, as my friend Chad so brilliantly puts it, you will come away thinking that you have a life expectancy of three or four minutes.

Rather than asking Google all those questions rolling around in your tumor-ridden head, I found it best to write them down and direct them to your doctor. Every. Single. One. (Well, every single one that pertains to brain tumors. Don’t go asking your doctor about where you can find those naked photos of Prince Harry from Vegas. He might know, but it will just get awkward from there.) If you don’t write them down, trust me, you will forget them the second you enter the exam room, and will conveniently remember them again well after you’ve gotten home.

Feel free to run around the house doing your best Arnold Schwarzeneggar impersonation, saying “It is a tumor.” Trust me: it will never get old.

Note that the tumor is not the sole reason behind your tendency to enter a room and forget why you went in there in the first place. If that were the case, everyone on the planet would have a brain tumor. My mother would have 17 of them.

However, the tumor may be the reason behind your headaches, your hormone fluctuations, and why you think that Sorority Boys was a good film.”

It’s okay to be scared out of your mind.”

This listing is merely the hors d’oeuvres. To read the full menu of insights, reflections and assertions, go to: http://www.everywhereist.com/70-things-i-learned-from-having-a-brain-tumor/#comment-41211

PS – I, too, was scared out of my mind. If you’re not, your mind isn’t working…or you’re on some really, really heavy drugs.