The 10-year anniversary of my brain surgery

I don't usually get personal with these blogs, but I will here. Today's kind of a special day for me. In late August of 1999, I suffered a grand mal seizure, was rushed to the hospital, and upon getting some scans done, the doctors told me they spotted a tumor on the left anterior-lobe portion of my brain. Through the following days, weeks, months, and years, I'd regularly get it checked, be told no growth was detected, and through medication, the seizures were neutralized. That was until February 20th of 2003, when I suffered a complex-partial seizure while in my college Spanish class. After going to the doctor's and getting placed on yet another medication, my neurologist told me I could continue to get placed on more meds every time a seizure occurred or I could try to ween myself off the meds after having my tumor removed surgically. Without a great deal of hesitation, and to my parents' dismay - both of whom were in the room with the doctor and I at the time - I said I wanted to undergo surgery. After being in and out of the hospital throughout the summer of 2003, I went in for the surgery on August 6th of that year. We're now exactly 10 years removed from that procedure, I'm about a year and a half removed from taking any form of anti-seizure medication, and not only has the tumor not grown back, but I've yet to experience a seizure since the surgery. While I will still experience auras from time to time, if that's all I have to worry about from this point forward, I will gladly take it. Considering I had battled seizures pretty much since birth, this is definitely the longest duration of time I've ever gone in not experiencing a full-blown seizure. While my friends and family appeared rather nervous about the surgery, I was confident, long-term, that I was making the right decision, and am very happy to look back at the past 10 years and know that it was indeed the right decision. Here's to another 10 such years. ::cheers::