Miracles for Mickey

Stay caught up! Read -  "Is This Patient Still Walking?" I didn't want to tell anyone about my tumors. It was such a scary, confusing time in my life, and I wanted to figure some things out on my own and with my family before announcing my situation to the whole world. I wasn't ready for the massive amounts of stress and worry I knew this would cause everyone in my life. I've never been one to put myself at the center of attention, and I knew that once my little neighborhood and school found out about my brain tumor, I'd be the talk of the town. But sometimes, no matter how hard you try to keep something a secret, (especially this BIG of a secret), people find out. And since I knew that was probably going to happen sooner rather than later, there were a few people I needed to tell first. They needed to hear it from me. One of the first people that needed to know was my softball coach, Jill. It was pretty obvious she had to be informed since it

Stay caught up! Read -  "Brain Tumors and French Toast" There's a lot that has to happen after finding out you have a brain tumor. It's sort of like finding out you're getting married! Just...not as exciting. There's lots of research, lots of phone calls, lots of emotions. But the biggest thing, (and probably the most obvious), is you need doctors. You need to find someone who knows what the heck is going on, because you definitely don't. That's the story I'm going to be sharing with you today. I'm going to tell you how we found the right doctors. I know that doesn't sound super exciting, but hang in there. My mom and I walked out of the hospital after my MRI on April 18th, 2016 and I asked her to do me a favor. I asked if we could keep this quiet. I didn't want to shout to the whole world that I had a brain tumor. I didn't want to cause mass amounts of worry. It was already so hard to see how my mom was reacting to the news,

On the morning I was told I had a brain tumor, there was only one thing on my mind. French toast. Lets just get one thing clear - I am NOT a morning person. Not at all. Not even a little bit. Any day I have to wake up before 9 a.m. is not my most favorite day. Since I'm not a morning person, I've never been much of a breakfast person either. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love breakfast food, just not earlier than 9 a.m. My MRI that morning in April of 2016 was early. I had to be at the hospital around 7:30 a.m, so my stomach was definitely empty. My mom had promised we could go to the Kneaders across the street and get french toast after, so I wasn't too worried about my noisy tummy. The MRI technicians that day were super happy and cheerful, which was confusing to me. How could anyone be so happy and cheerful that early in the morning?? My MRI lasted about an hour, but they had to keep pulling me in and out of the machine to either adjust my positio