“One-Third of My Brain Removed: My Journey and Recovery”

It’s hard to wrap my mind around the idea that over a third of someone’s brain was removed. That’s a massive part of who a person is, their thoughts, memories, everything. It’s jarring. But what really sticks with me is how it seems like the reactions to it were almost dismissive. I mean, losing that much of your brain should come with some serious weight, some acknowledgment of just how significant that is.

You talk about the surgery like it was just another day, yet it feels like there’s this huge gap in understanding how life-changing that can be. It’s like there should be more sensitivity around what you’ve gone through. It makes me wonder if people ever really grasp the reality of such an experience or if they just wash over it without thinking.

And then there’s the aspect of how things were handled afterward. There’s an unsettling feeling in the way some reactions came off as almost routine, like casual updates rather than a serious life event. I can’t help but feel like there should be boundaries when discussing something so personal. It’s like the enormity of the situation got lost in translation somewhere along the way.

It’s all too easy for people to brush these things aside when they haven’t lived through them. The focus seems to shift away from

the struggle and the weight of what it means to lose such a vital part of oneself. There’s a disconnect that makes me uneasy. It shouldn’t just be about moving on or getting back to normal. There’s a deeper conversation that seems missing.