On the night of August 12(see My Purpose statement), my view of this hallway was opened beyond what I had ever comprehended. That night, I had a grand mal seizure and was rushed to the hospital where, after consulting with the doctor, I was taken down that "hallway" for what would become the first of many images taken of the inner workings of my brain. During that first CT scan, a mass was found and it was determined that I needed to be transported to a larger hospital with a more advanced "hallway". I was next introduced to the MRI machine, which I saw as just another bigger, colder, much louder machine.
It is because of these machines that at first seem so daunting and unwelcoming that a brain tumor was found and removed before it could grow any more and do any further damage.
