I was at my desk in Nashville

The story

I was at my desk, working.

Half of me was already on dinner — I was cooking for friends that night, still deciding what to make.

That’s the last thing I remember.

Forty minutes later, I woke up on my office floor, surrounded by paramedics.

I didn’t know how I got there.

Just confused. Completely confused.

Then everything moved fast.

An ambulance. An MRI. Five doctors standing in my room, telling me there was a tumor in my brain.

I was thirty-five.

Surgery, two and a half weeks later. Then a year and a half of chemo and radiation.

And then — nine years. Calm. Clean scans. A life again.

Two years ago, the scans changed. A change I never asked for.

So this is where I am now. Back in treatment — chemo, after radiation — clearing the way so it doesn’t come back again.

I’m not writing this from the other side of it.

I’m writing from inside it.

The turn

Somewhere in the middle of all of it — the surgery, the chemo, the fear — something shifted.

I didn’t learn something new.

I remembered it.

No one told me. I told myself.

A book I’d read years earlier finally made sense, on a whole different level:

I was so much stronger than I thought I was.

So I held onto the part that actually worked. Small enough to use on the hardest days — the desk, the waiting room, 2 a.m.

The three things

No app. No incense. No getting it right.

Just three things.

Think it. See it. Feel it.

That’s the whole practice. It’s what I came back to — through 33 rounds of radiation, and still today, still in treatment.

It was never a program. It’s what actually held.

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