I stayed the night with a very dear and loved friend a little over a week ago. It was about time I was able to go see him anyway, and he had an upcoming trip to visit friends out of state. I had a lovely time with him and took him to the airport the next day, wished him well, told him I loved him, and helped him get his stuff out to the car and checked into his flight.

He told me to go back to his place to get some more rest because I didn't sleep much the night before. To be fair, he was right. I was way more fixated on petting him to sleep and it was blissful.

However, the 45 minute drive back to his house was completely stricken from my memory. I had a seizure while driving and have almost no memory or the entire drive back to his place. The police extracted me from my vehicle, about a block from his house. The seizure I had either struck my memory or happened while I was trying to park. Either way, the tox screen came back negative for everything. A CT scan revealed a golf ball sized tumor on my right frontal lobe of my brain. This was Sunday morning. I had full major brain surgery to remove the tumor on Wednesday and I was discharged on Friday.

I feel no ill-effects from the surgery, either cognitive or functional. I don't think I've suffered other than some memory loss from the incident and now I need to pay close attention to my pharmacological treatments for potential epilepsy. I look like Frankenstein, but I feel pretty good.

Thank you to all of you who have me in your thoughts about this. I've never broken a bone, had a cavity, passed out, crashed my car, or anything like that. No, I just had some strange random brain tumor. Post surgical tests revealed no cancer, so that's a plus.


If anyone wants to see my war wounds, send me a message here or on Telegram. I actually find it kind of interesting.

-KryphosDrgn