Deb Brandon: Living in Radiant Color


Mum was not the only one to tell me I was brave. I don’t feel like that title is mine to claim. Mum was referring to my choice to undergo brain surgery. I was genuinely confused—there was no real choice. After the brain bleeds, I was only capable of shuffling from one step to the … Read more

Impostor About a week to go. Am I anxious? Maybe. A bit. Yes, I’m anxious. About what? The procedure? No. Not really. It’s way in the future. Abstract. It’s not real to me. Like the third surgery. Throughout the process of draining my CSF (Cerebral Spinal Fluid), before the third brain surgery, I thought they … Read more