I haven't touched pre-surgery life, notably diagnosis and the two weeks between that MRI and surgery. I can barely look at my notes on this stuff without crying. That was the scariest part, I guess. When we were horrified by what was happening and before we had the tumor out.
I've written a little about recovery, but it's all things that happened at least a week post-op. Notes about those first days home also make me cry.
In my pre-tumor life I used to listen to emo music while I wrote. No joke, I mostly now listen to Jay-Z.
Probably Jay-Z helps me steel parts of myself to digest and write this story without falling apart in the coffee shop. (This is very meta to close read myself like I'm my own coaching client! ;))