Exactly one year ago, at this hour, I was lying in bed in the ICU at Cornell Medical Center here in New York City, having just undergone surgery to remove a tumor the size of a pinball from my brain.
The fact that I'm even able to type these words is nothing short of a miracle, to say nothing of the admittedly miniscule thought process necessary to pull them out of my rear-end in the first place.
Forgive me if I take this opportunity to republish the two columns I wrote a few months ago regarding the time leading up to, and immediately following, the operation.
It's a beautiful day today.
It's good to be alive.
Where Is My Mind? (Part 1) -- 10.12.06
Where Is My Mind? (Part 2) -- 12.26.06
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