Brain Tumor
It was the Monday after Thanksgiving two years ago. I was sitting at my desk at school. The students had just been dismissed and left the building, thank the Lord! I was exhausted and so happy the day was over. The days leading up to a school break and after the break are crazy. Right now I’m looking out my window watching the wind scatter leaves all over the backyard. It reminds me of what it’s like after a school break, teachers chasing kids all over the classroom. Just when you think, you have some of the kids settling down to start a lesson, here comes another gust of wind and it starts all over again. Don’t get me wrong, teachers enjoy the breaks, but they do pay a high price for them too. So I’m at my desk and my phone rings. It was the neurologist. It was the weirdest conversation. He asked, “Is this Michele?” I said, “Yes.” He asked me where I was. I answered at school in my classroom. He asked if there was anyone with me. No, I was by myself