How gummi bears saved my brain

I didn’t tell you how my brain tumor was discovered.

Charles was 3 years old and wanted to take a shower. No more baths! Daddy didn’t take baths. Daddy took showers so Charles needed to take showers.

I had to tell Charles that he could not eat his pack of gummy bears in the shower. He didn’t want to leave them because he knew I loved them. But I scooted him in the shower. Charles gets out of the shower and says. “Hey mom, you ate one!”

I say, “No way, I wouldn’t do that.”

Charles says, “Stick out your … Read more...