Last year I was frantically packing up the Haverhill house to go back to Connecticut. I did not know if I would ever see this place again. I knew at that time I had a brain tumor, deduced that given the size I would need surgery and that my right hearing would be gone as well as my balance. I had not met with my surgical team. I had a CSF leak in my nose and knew there was a chance I could die. I never packed Christmas up and set about hiding happy meal minions all over the house for my minion crazy kids to find if I died. What a difference a year makes.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 02:54:48 +0000