the romantic pragmatist

Part of me is always going to be this romantic pragmatist who says, there's a reason for this--there's a reason this thing happened to me. I know it's a bit irrational, but I don't care. I may not know what it is right now, or maybe even ever, but in the really big scheme of things, there's probably a purpose for my brain tumor, one ultimately beneficial to someone.

And since every someone is part of humanity, that's enough. Maybe my treatments will affect someone else's. Maybe--yes, it's remote, but this is why I write!--my experiences will be of use to someone else trying to get through similarly hard times. Maybe just reading my blog here will simply improve someone else's day a little bit--lighten their perspective, make them smile.

All of those on their own are worthy reasons for being, I think.

And, of course, there's always the off-chance that I'll have a much nicer head of hair once this all passes. Stranger things have happened!

Heck--they've happened to me.