Six years wide | Chuck's World
Last updated 7/12/2017 at Noon
I got a text message, six years ago. It was late and I was already in bed, exhausted by a day of bad news. By months of bad news, actually, crawling and lurching its way into our reality until it never left us. It never does, it turns out.
And on July 6, 2011, we reached peak bad news. A year earlier, my wife’s long struggle with her eyesight, with headaches, with word-finding difficulties, with all sorts of oddities, had become understandable: She had a brain tumor, and she needed to get rid of it. The next few months would all be about this, surgery and recovery and adjustments.