So it turns out those rip roaring headaches my friend Lolly has been having aren’t eyestrain. No, that would be too fucking easy.
The neurosurgeon says the prognosis is good, probably it’s benign because of where it is and her age. Given that her other choice besides brain surgery is blindness and then death, she picked the surgery.
Here’s your brain tumor. Happy 22nd birthday.
Just fuck…