Let us be Sara's hands

I wasn’t going to make a post, however, it seems as though others have told others and therefore there are “inquiries”. The migraines I’ve been having weren’t just “migraines”. I’ve got a rather large suspicious brain tumor on my frontal lobe. I was told to go immediately to ER after returning home from my MRI on Tuesday. I’ve been inpatient since. Decided that I needed to transfer to a better facility with better Neuro surgeon for care. I’m currently in patient in Royal Oak and will potentially be having “Big Bertha” removed tomorrow or the next day. They will do pathology to find out what else I will face. I can only at this point ask for prayers. My me, Joe, the boys. Everyone involved in my care. My coworkers, Joes work…for being so loving and caring. This is definitely not what I have ever expected to have to go through in life. I’m beating myself up. If something doesn’t feel right, go. Get it checked. If you’re scared of the MRI machine like I was…remember this post. I absolutely can not thank my Mother in Law enough for dropping everything for us. To be there for the normalcy for the boys. And to Uncle B, Jeanine. Tara for driving all the way here at 830pm bringing me dinner and just listening. Dad, Steph. Karlee…I can’t leave you out. Everyone, thank you. My wonderful neighbor Julie for dropping everything today before I was transferred to this hospital from McLaren to just pray with me. Aleshea. Sorry if I specifically missed anyone. My boss, doctors at work for their expertise. The Devines, Scharrers, Aleshea. MeMa Lynn. My brothers. Everyone. I will keep everyone updated on “Big Bertha”. Please pray if it’s Brain Cancer they can get it all. And hey, don’t judge my bald head. 🧑‍🦲 I’ve got a lot of life left to live, and little kids. This is not my time.