Of all the plans I had for my life, having my head sawed open to remove a tiny piece of tissue was not on the list.
Brain surgery - the idiom we use to against which we compare something else thought to be arduous, taxing or difficult - was not how I wanted to spend my mid-20s.
I took the photo above just weeks afterward. In it, you may notice through the grainy quality that roughly half my hair was shaved off. Unevenly, almost haphazardly. Uncaringly.
A thousand words, for sure.
But brain surgery, literally, figuratively, and ultimately eternally, may have just saved my life.
Wait - What Do You Mean I Had Brain Surgery?