The call came within a day or two. The MRI’s clanging and clanking and suffocating were still with me. But now, something new. Something perhaps not totally unexpected. Something that, apparently, was going to radically consume the next few months of my life. If not end it. “Get over to the nearest emergency room right now. You have a brain aneurism. Let’s not have you stroke out before you get there.” Words that you don’t want to hear from your... Read more