Yesterday was May 5. That is a day I will always remember. The day my life was changed.
I had gone to the Emergency Room at the Arkansas Children’s Hospital. They had diagnosed me with Neurofibromatosis type two. They had told me I had a life-threatening brain tumor.
On May 5, 2000 I went in for my first brain surgery. When I was diagnosed, I didn’t know that I would soon be blind.
I never imagined ten years after being diagnosed I would be blind, deaf, physically impaired, no vocal cords, and the countless other issues I have.
But, at least I’m still alive to enjoy what life I have with my family and friends. I have touch, smell, and taste left. I have to have help walking places, but at least I can walk. I can’t speak very loud, but at least I can talk tat all. People can hear me if they hush and pay attention. I am going to look into getting a voice amplifier though. It will save me from having to repeat so much. I get frustrated when people don’t hear me, because I’m talking as loud as I can.
But, in ten years I slowly went down hill. It makes me wonder where I’ll be in another ten years.
Maybe the doctors will figure Neurofibromatosis out and be able to reverse my situation and the next ten years will be climbing up hill. Who knows? I can hope, right?

