Eighteen years ago today, my journey with a brain tumor began.
How is it possible that this much time has passed, yet it still feels like yesterday? I’ve said it before and it remains true today: if I only knew then what I know now.
When I woke up after surgery in 2008, I was eager to begin the recovery process and return to being a normal 24-year-old guy. I had no idea that I would need to recover cognitively, physically and emotionally. I certainly never imagined that one day I’d reinvent myself at the helm of the CT Brain Tumor Alliance.
Like so many people facing a brain tumor diagnosis, I spent years asking myself the same question: Am I doing enough with this second chance?
The answer didn’t come overnight. Rather, it came through people.
Over time, I’ve learned that while brain tumors can make you feel incredibly isolated, healing is rarely something you do alone. It happens because people show up. Sometimes they’re family. Sometimes they’re lifelong friends. Sometimes they’re doctors, nurses, therapists, coworkers or complete strangers who somehow become part of your story.
This past weekend, I experienced that once again.
Earlier this year, when Gary Woodland shared his journey as a brain tumor survivor and spoke openly about his battle with PTSD, I immediately felt a connection. As someone who also struggles with PTSD, his words resonated with me in a way that’s difficult to describe. He put into words emotions and experiences that many of us carry but often struggle to explain.
Meeting him in person was a reminder that some of the strongest people you’ll ever meet are the ones who have faced challenges that no one else can see. Gary is an incredible golfer, but after spending a few minutes with him, I can say he’s an even better person.
I hope that by sharing a little of my own journey, offering a few words of encouragement and giving him some CTBTA gear, I was able to remind him that he isn’t alone – that there’s an entire community standing beside him. As I drove home, I realized that’s exactly what so many people have done for me throughout my journey.
I think about all the people who refused to let me settle for anything less than I was capable of becoming. Every single one of them has played a part in this journey and helped me heal.
A week ago, my aunt mailed me Amy Grant’s new album along with a note. It’s Amy’s first album in thirteen years, following the traumatic brain injury she suffered in a bicycle accident in 2022.
As I read about the story, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities. She had lost her balance, had difficulty searching for memories, trouble remembering the lyrics to her own songs and was trying to rediscover herself, all experiences I knew too well.
Listening, one line in particular stayed with me:
“It’s taken me months of days and years finding my way. When I look in the mirror, so much has changed, but I recognize a light in my eyes that never did fade. And I’m gonna find, yeah, find and revive the me that remains.”
That lyric perfectly captures what I’ve learned along the way.
I’m still learning and processing what life throws at me, but the goal was never to become the person I was before my brain tumor, but rather to become the person I was meant to be because of it.
I’m someone different than who I thought I’d grow up to be. Someone who has experienced fear, loss, setbacks and uncertainty. But I’ve also gained compassion, purpose and a community unlike anything I could have imagined.
If I could go back and talk to the 24-year-old version of myself lying in that hospital bed, I’d tell him not to worry so much about figuring everything out.
The people who care about you will help carry you until you can stand on your own again. And now, I have the privilege of doing the same for someone else.
Eighteen years later, that’s what I’m most grateful for.





