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Facing the Truth It’s like sitting in a dark room with lofty ceilings and a solitary chair. Everything is murky; nothing is clear. All I can see are blurs of passed memories go by. Sitting there I know that at any moment I could depart this life. One strike to the head and I would depart this life. This scenario would stick in my head for days and days. I could be anywhere, at the mall, in school, or at the movies and still that was the only picture in my head. I was so depressed that I didn’t concern myself with anything else. Along with social events, school was nonexistent to me. Sleep, sleep was the one thing that helped ease the pain. I would sleep whenever I got the opportunity. All this was due to a tumor found on the side of my head, and overcoming this was the most difficult and life- altering event of my life. I was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for him to notify me about the C.A.T. scan I had done after I sustained a concussion in a football game. The headaches would not subside, so the doctor had ordered the test. He walked in, planted the scan on the white light and said, “Your brain is fine, but right here, you see,” as he pointed to a gray mass on the right side of my temple.
Approximate Word count = 884
Approximate Pages = 3.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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