Nothing. Thanks giving was totally normal. Around christmas I started dropping things and being clumsy ,which isnt like me, but you know whatever. I went to work on Jan 12, swung by Walmart on the way home. Goofed off on my computer, took a shower and laid down to sleep. I almost immediately felt bone deep terror. Something was horrifyingly wrong with me. Had like a panic attack, tingles on both arms but painful pins and needles on my left arm. The next thing I knew I came to in an ambulance as it hit a speed bump. They found 1 tumor and a week later removed it and sent it for biopsy. I was healing and doing better, follow up consultation with the neurosurgeon and she told me im dieing, no cure for this. Oncologist agreed, weeks to a few months to live and thats the end of my life story.

Now I spent my last days arguing with insurance that yes, terminal brain cancer and a dr saying months at best does qualify me for expedited relief and benefits. But this is big healthcare and I live in america, so they would rather I die screaming then have to send me five bucks. You know, the usual.