The thing which can’t be bought; Health
During the fall of 1998, I had just turned 45 and was at the height of my legal profession. But I suddenly found myself getting totally exhausted each weekend. I was of no use to my wife and my kids.
One morning while I was taking my breakfast, I felt a severe headache, got faint and was driven to the emergency room. The doctors there thought I was having a heart attack. But the tests were quite normal, so I was discharged and I started going back to work. My internist sent me to a cardiologist and other specialists to determine if I had an upper respiratory illness or an inner ear trouble. No one found anything inappropriate. But I was feeling something wrong and unexplainable that was happening inside me. Following someone’s suggestion I visited a doctor and he referred me to a neurologist, who set up an MRI for me. The following day, the doctor called and needed me to get in right away.
I called my wife and said, "I don't know what's going on, but I don't think it's good." It wasn't -- I had a malignant tumor located deep in my brain. The first surgeon I met wanted to operate the next business day, thought I had three years to live, and couldn't guarantee any quality of life. We said good-bye to him, started doing our exploration, and found surgeons we were comfortable with. It works out that the tumor was in the lower left lobe, at the site that controls my speech and right hand. Do you know any attorneys who can't talk?
During the operation, I was wide awake and talking throughout my procedure, and when I began to miss my speech, the neurosurgeon stopped. After getting well, I came home, but I couldn't communicate. I would mean to say "yes" and it would come out "no." It was difficult for my 10 year-old child to understand what had happened to his dad. I did regain my speech, after more than two years of extensive speech therapy. I'm definitely one of the lucky ones. I can talk normally again.
I found that little things that never bothered me before were driving me crazy. My emotions were a wreck. I could not control my temper as easily as I could before my disease. After attending support groups and therapy with a psychiatrist, I found out this was normal for someone with a brain condition.
Today, after nine months of radiation and chemotherapy and 17 years later, I am 62 years old and am living proof that there is life after being diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. You can fight with any disease or worst condition with your hope and determination.
I would rather say “Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience; for health is the second blessing that money cannot buy; therefore value it, and be thankful for it”.