Tumor Humor, Out of My Mind (with a Brain Tumor) Part IV

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Dear Lindsey,

After a week of letters (I, II and III) of my brain surgery story’s drama, I have to tell you how


much laughing Chris and I did before, during and especially after the surgery was successful. If you are in the middle of a health battle, I hope humor can help take weight off. I never mean to offend.

God knew we needed a laugh to ease the nerves as I checked into the hospital on October 14. After fasting 15 hours, driving 2 to the hospital, going through the extensive check-in process, having IV’s started, and then sitting for hours waiting for the arterial scope the day before brain surgery was a good time for some distraction! Chris and I began going through text messages on our phones that we had not had time to read the week before. Many of them had scriptural references, so I had a Bible ready to look up the verses, while Chris read both of our phones.

A friend texted: Psalms 71:21. So I looked it up: “You shall increase my greatness and comfort me on every side.”

Another was Romans 15:13, “Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”

We continued, one after another, until one stopped me in my tracks: Our Florida pastor, Tom Ascol, had sent Chris a text referring to Romans 8:32, so I anxiously read the verse from my Bible,

“… He was led as a sheep to the slaughter, and like a lamb dumb before his shearer, so opened he not his mouth.”

What?! I read it again silently.

“… He was led as a sheep to the slaughter, and like a lamb dumb before his shearer, so opened he not his mouth.”

A lamb to a shearer? Right before they shave part of my head? A sheep to slaughter? Before brain surgery? Why would Tom send such a note today? I don’t think that’s a funny joke. Tom has a fantastic sense of humor, but his timing is really off on this one; there must be a mistake.

“What was that reference again?” I asked, hoping Chris had read the reference wrong or something.

“8:32,” Chris said.

Yep, that’s where I was and I couldn’t believe it was true.

“Romans?” Chris asked, hoping he was getting his friend Tom out of hot water.

OHHHHH I thankfully realized that I was in the wrong book: I was reading Acts 8:32.

(I laugh now when I see that I pridefully assigned blame everywhere but myself. I laugh harder to think I would EVER have thought Pastor Tom would have texted such a verse. ha!)

We went on to read Romans 8:32, “ He that spared not His own Son but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things?”

Much better.

We called the Ascols in Florida right then from the hospital bed to share the story. We laughed and praised God for the humor to relieve the stress.

In previous letters, I alluded to some of the lingo we used on purpose during this time. It’s more fun to laugh than cry, and these colloquialisms have different meanings for brain surgery patients:

– I gave the doctors a piece of my mind.

– I am no longer in my right mind.

– I am a little out of my mind.

– They had to take a piece of my brain, so I would be back on level with my husband.

– I need to have my head examined.

– I thought something was wrong, but it was all in my head.

– I needed to have the head surgeon present. (from Part II)

– This brings the urgency of life to a head (from Part III – did you catch it?)

– I think I have a screw loose. (My skull was “put back together” with titanium screws.)

– And my friend, Jen, just texted, “Your blog will really help some people, but don’t let that ‘go to your head’.” Love!

Thank You

Although I know this letter is titled “Humor with the Tumor,” I have to get a little more serious for an acknowledgement section:

There were many heroes and heroines in this story, and I wanted to take some time for acknowledging them. I did not even know the definition of the word, “serve,” until God put these people in my life. I recognize that they did not do it for me, but to serve the Lord; I was blessed by them, anyway.

I must begin by saying that if friendship is like a bank account – and love is the currency of deposits (and unfortunately withdrawals)– then the year previous to the surgery, I had bankrupted all of my friends. In my survival mode, I felt like I had nothing left to give, and had even inadvertently offended many friends by not returning calls or asking them to pick up my slack, without explaining why. I am indebted to these heroines, since they loved me anyway, and served as only Jesus could. Of course, I can’t name everyone – especially the number of strangers who visited the surgery-update blog, or sent prayers and cards that began with, “You don’t know me, but…” and took time to encourage. What a blessing they were!

First, thank you to my hero and husband, Chris. My loving knight in shining armor read the recount in these Letters to Lindsey last week and had a whirlwind of emotions again. He regretted that he didn’t do more during the year of pain, but I don’t know what more he could have done. He took over chores and diminished expectations, knowing I was going down. I think maybe God was teaching me to swim, and restricted use of lifejackets – even from my husband. His love for me then and now is irreplaceable. I kept saying his job was much harder than my own in the hospital bed – all I had to do was go to sleep.

Thank you to my brother, Tim, who traveled from Colorado to be with Chris during the surgery days. All three of my brothers returned my calls within minutes when I left them voicemail. That love cannot be duplicated.

My friend, Anna Huber taught not just me, but all of the other heroines in the story just what the word, “serve” means. Since 2008, I have often been in a position when I didn’t know what to do to help someone and I thought, “What would Anna do?!” However, many of the other ladies listed here have told me that they now ask the same question – after having experience working with Anna! She sent me cards every day leading up to the surgery, organized food for those staying in the hotel near the hospital, arranged rides for my kids for weeks after the surgery, arranged food to come to my house in the boondocks for weeks after surgery, and at one point when I texted and asked her if someone was coming to get one of the kids, she replied, “You are not supposed to be thinking! Let me do that!” Anna and her husband Mark drove the four hour round trip and visited with Chris during my less conscious moments.

My great friend and confidante, Tracey Avereyn sent me countless scriptures via text. She was the shoulder on which I could cry. She updated the blog when I was unable. In the weeks after surgery, when I required 24 hour care, she stayed with me more than her share of shifts, and made extra meals without milk and beef to be sure my son could eat as well. Of course the 6lb jar of peanutbutter delivered to my hotel room in Louisville was a favorite love note from her.

Thanks to Laurie Woodward for practically begging me to get the second MRI. How God used her! Woodwards sent flowers to Christine for her 5th birthday, a thoughtful gift the day before my admission. Laurie also flew to Michigan from Florida for a surprise visit seven days post-op. She and I could hardly visit, because the kids kept saying, “Can I play with Mrs. Woodward now?”

Nancy Jones was an immeasurable friend. Her physical therapist background combined with a caring heart provided for incredible help in my time of need. She voluntarily made the trip to the distant hospital, and massaged my horrendously sore neck (the muscles had much involvement in the surgery). On her birthday, (which I forgot in my ill condition), she helped Chris bring me into the house from the hospital discharge. She insisted on staying with me for “a shift” of nursing a week or two later, just to make sure I was really doing as well as she had heard.

Susie Hallstrand was incredible. From many phone calls before, advice on local hospitals, to voluntarily staying with me in ICU (which was a huge fear for me), her nursing background was the cherry on top of our friendship. Her faith was unwavering and a great stronghold for me. Her selflessness in keeping one of my children for the week – the one with food allergies no less – as well as making the four-hour round trip to the hospital is a quality I hope to emulate.

Shirley Barker was used by God when she “randomly” texted a friend to see if I needed muscular help, since she had a cancellation in her massage therapy schedule. She drove from Indiana to use her gifted hands on my neck muscles and really shot the starting gun for my road to recovery.

Friends and business partners, Bob and Nancy Frazzini, approached me at a meeting and asked if they could can my garden – a task that had clearly left my list of things to do that fall. It was so sweet of them to 1.) remember I had a garden and 2.) offer the service I would never have thought to ask. Every soup I had that winter reminded me of the Frazzinis’ gift and I asked myself the question, “How can I serve people like that?”

Wow. This list gets so long, but I am SO grateful to all!

Thank you, God, for sending my in-laws, Jim and Gayle Brady. One memory I have from the hospital was Chris’s mom in a heated discussion with the hospital staff. I was barely conscious to hear, “This woman has given birth four times! If she says she’s in pain, SHE’S IN PAIN!!! NOW!” She has taught me a lot about having an advocate to stand up for you in a hospital setting – especially if you will be unconscious. Being a retired hospital nurse herself, she knows how busy the setting can be for hospital staff and that it doesn’t hurt to have another eye on the situation.

Thank you to people who made the long drive to visit us in the hospital: Eric and Lori Stewart, Norm Walworth, Pastor and Mary Dickie, Chris’s brother, Pat and Jenny Brady, his parents and Mark and Anna Huber, who stayed all night with Chris.

Thanks to Tim and Amy Marks who sent food to feed the entire waiting room, probably for a year. 🙂

My parents, Ron and Sue Estes, came 1300 miles and stayed with me for three weeks, about two weeks post-op, to help me ease my way back into motherhood, which took time. It was helpful having parents who would let me do some things, and then also let me crash for lots of napping. My dad and I had some special walks outside, arm in arm, on the driveway in the cold fall air to ease my cabin fever.

Who can you trust to take your kids from you when you are having serious surgery – knowing that if things don’t go well, they will be the only buffer between your kids and the news? Four families volunteered – one for each child. What a blessing! Thanks to John and Tammy Sonnenberg, Rob and Susie Hallstrand, Doug and Tiffany Huber and Don and Chris Freeze.

Girlfriends stayed with me for eight-hour shifts, 24 hours-a-day for the first 10 days. Apparently this was needed due to my short hospital stay, and my risk for falling. At one point JR (who was 3) told me he would help me walk so I wouldn’t fall. So precious! But God sent other angels to keep me upright: Jackie Lewis, Cassie Birtles, Marsie VanBuskirk, Mallory Purdy, Tracie Clouse, Beth Morgan, Heidi Smith (who pulled an all-nighter when I was having pain-control issues, despite the fact she was working the next day), Tina Jacklyn, Meredith Cordes, and Corrie Jones – in addition to the others already mentioned. These ladies really saw me at my worst – after their love tanks were probably emptied by me the previous year – and they loved me anyway. What true friends and gifts from Above. May they hear, “Well done, thy good and faithful servant!” one day.

I know I have missed someone – but please know your reward is in heaven! I am so grateful that God allowed you to help in such a time of need.

Ladies groups made quilts and crocheted blankets, praying at the corner stitches. These afghans still reside in my house as a reminder of my leper experience. Thank you!

Val Brimsmade sent a note I still remember, and it often brings myself to right thinking. She said, “We are commanded, not requested, but commanded in Joshua 1:9 to be strong and courageous in His name.” I believe Martin Lloyd Jones says that we are abusing the gospel if we do not approach the crossing into eternity with JOY.

Thank you to the pharmacy and hospital staff: nurses Sarah, Wendy, Michael, Robin, Heather, Jackie, Keyonna and hospital executive VP, Patti who was so kind to the family.

Thank you

Thank you to people who brought or sent food and or gifts:

  • Randy and Rusti Spence – Thanks for reminding me to dance in the rain!
  • Kelly Johnson – The homemade card shower that lasted for months after surgery! (and still does today!)
  • Brenda Overman
  • Paul and Lois Nobels
  • Sarah Kingsbury
  • Mary Ann Markel
  • Sheri Stroh
  • Jen Golden
  • Ed and Lynette Zentner
  • Billy and Peggy Florence
  • Val Taylor
  • Dallin and Karree Larsen
  • Hugh and Karin Pobur
  • Brigg and Lita Hart
  • Guzzardo Team
  • Jerry and Sherry Daniels
  • Dave and Claudia Walker
  • Manase and Lisa Fotu
  • DarkAngelos
  • Manteises
  • Gertslers
  • Rhodes
  • McGlinchys
  • Nancy Deats
  • Holger and Lindsey Spiewak
  • Mike and Vi Gowen
  • Jamie and Lisa Cirello
  • Dave and Tracy McDade
  • Charlie and Polly Ballmer
  • and so many more that did not get written in Chris’s notebook during the surgery dates.

As I look back to the “leprosy” days, (referring to Luke 17 where Jesus healed ten lepers, and one came back to say thank you), I really believe that to truly say, “thank you,” to the Lord, we must also say, “thank you,” to the people He sent.


In summary, let me recall a poem I wrote years ago regarding the Luke 17 story:


Ten lepers were healed

By Christ’s words that day.

He said, “You are new,”

And sent them away.

They danced and they sang

With their limbs now anew.

Showed friends their new health

And all they could do

One returned thanks,

The others took for granted;

But Jesus gave freely

His gifts not recanted.

Lord, help me to be

The one of the ten

Who thinks to come back

and say, “thank you,” again.

-Terri Brady

May God bless you with much, and may you bless Him with thanks.

– Terri

28 thoughts on “Tumor Humor, Out of My Mind (with a Brain Tumor) Part IV

  1. It is obvious that you and Chris took nothing for granted during that year! I love how detailed your appreciation was to those who served.

    Here’s another verse for ya “A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:4
    Happy to know you are laughing and dancing after all of this 🙂

  2. Terri, we finished watching the rebroadcast of yours and Chris’ February Seminar a while ago, when you mentioned some of the story you have told so eloquently in this series of posts.
    “Thank you” is so often an unused phrase, or worse, tossed off lightly and with little meaning. There is none of that in anything here. Your gratitude to God, your friends and families shines through brightly. Thank you for showing us the way in this attitude of gratitude, too.

  3. Thanks for sharing Terri. I’m so glad so many people represented the love of Christ in your life at that time. We didn’t know you then, but you were definitely in good hands. We’re so glad you were preserved, and we certainly know why. There are many lives yet to change and serve.
    We love you.
    Robby and Emily

  4. Thank you for sharing this amazing journey w/ us thru your blog. I am deeply moved & in awe of your courage & honesty. Thank you for your continued service & leadership through all of your personal challenges. You are truly a woman of Grace & I am grateful for your wonderful words of wisdom.

  5. Terri, my dear friend, Thank you for sharing from your heart this very personal story about your health and life. What a witness to those who are struggling in their own health issues, but also for those with any issues. The Lord is there and always is. He sends His help in the form of many friends to minister and serve us. I know that you thanked all these people after the surgery when you could. But what a gift to them, now years later, to recall this time in your life and thank them publicly as well. We have an older gentleman at church who always says, ‘You can never say thank you too many times!” Well done, good and faithful servant! Glad you loved the chocolate chip pecan pie again….it tastes that way because there is always LOVE in it! Looking forward to when we can share a “pot” [of coffee] sometime. In His time and to His glory. May your day be filled with promises and hope. Much love, Carmen

  6. Praise God and Thank You Terri Brady!

    Thank you for your pearls of wisdom down through the years and your faith in action! I am blessed to know such a mighty woman of God who is willing to let others see her weaknesses as well as her strengths.

    I am thankful!!

  7. Wow Terri! Isn’t it remarkable how so much beauty can shine in such trying times. Truly that kind of splendor is available to those who trust and serve Him. Your testimony moves the heart and that poem brings tears! God is so gracious and so good! May I, all of us, continue to be ever so humble to be used by Him in such glorious ways! Thank you for sharing your story. Though it was difficult, countless lives have been touched! God bless you and yours!

  8. Terri,
    You have such a beautiful gift! Thanks for sharing with all of your blog followers. You have always shined as a light for Jesus! Thank YOU!
    Sharon Hoffman

  9. Terri, your thoughts, your life, never cease to impress. I am so blessed and wonderfully challenged by your example! Thank you! And you are welcome ~ entirely my honor to assist anyway possible. Praising God for you! Thank you for loving, leading and so grateful that ‘Brady’s Play Hurt’!

  10. Terri,
    I’m a cantankerous old(er) man from way down in the Guzzardo line. Thank you for sharing this amazing journey with us. Your strength, courage and most of all your Faith humbles me. Your story has brought me to my knees – thanking Him as well. Lastly, thank you for giving me an incredible story of Faith in Christ that I will now share with my two adult girls, Molly & Caitlin.
    Tim McNeil

  11. Dear Terri,
    Thank you for sharing your story from the heart. I believe that God used you to show other people what can happen when you have faith, and to give hope to people with health challenges. Also, it’s obvious that you’ve been a great servant to many people, because they were all there for you in your time of need. It’s rather humbling, isn’t it?

    As I read your story, I can’t help but think of our own challenges and triumphs, and the humility of knowing that so many people care and are willing to help. We just celebrated 17 years this week of my husband living with an incurable cancer. He was diagnosed at the age of 34, and our children were aged 7 and 10. He had a bone marrow transplant 9 years after the diagnosis. For 4 years we thought it worked, only to find out it didn’t. Nobody has survived 4 years after a transplant that didn’t work (he’s at 7 1/2 years now!) So, he lives with tumors in his chest. You would never know it if you met him. He has been a great inspiration to so many people, as you have too. God has used him to give many, many people hope. And he has joyfully risen to the challenge, going out of his way to spread the Good News to people and telling them how prayer has helped him beat the odds. We still have people tell us, after 17 years, that they pray for him every day. It’s very humbling and explains why he’s still alive. The doctors can’t explain it!! I can’t wait for him to be able to tell his story from a LIFE/Team Stage some day. Right now he’s speaking at retreats, talking about his ‘Walk with Christ”.

    I don’t want to make this post about us; but want to help you see that by your sharing your story, you are helping other people, and sharing God’s works. I just went through ‘a year of pain’ myself. I’m glad Laurie encouraged you to have another MRI, because I’ve learned twice now that doctors don’t find everything the first time around. To make a long story short, I had surgery on Oct. 10, and had 6 tumors and an ovary removed. It turns out that the root of this stems from a major surgery I had in Jan. 1987, at the age of 25, when I had a very large tumor removed from my pancreas and duodenom. There was a 99% chance of malignancy then, but it was determined to be benign. However, the doctors today say the only explanation is that that tumor was indeed malignant, as were 3 of the 6 that they removed in Oct. Had they determined malignancy 26 years ago, there was no treatment, and I’m not sure what would have happened. Suffice it to say, I probably wouldn’t be here today, based on what I’ve learned. This cancer finally got a name in 2000, and a treatment in 2001. I feel so blessed that God chose to grow those tumors slowly, and that I was able to have another child after that, and that there is now treatment available. I’ve had 2 offers from women to meet with them to share ‘our misery’ and have a ‘pity party’. Thanks to what I’ve learned from Team, I’ve politely turned down both of those invitations, and have made a conscious choice to be around positive people. That’s what YOU have done for ME!!! And I have no doubt that you’ve (and the entire PC and Team itself) done the same thing for many other people that are involved in our Community.

    This turned out to be longer that I expected. Thanks for reading it. I encourage you to continue to share your story, because there are a lot of positive messages there. God gave you a stage, and a chance to help other people in so many ways. Thanks for being YOU! I hope to be able to talk to you in person some day. Although, I did meet you in the bathroom at a Milwaukee seminar last fall and we hugged! Thanks for being a hugger!

    Mary Hermsen

  12. Terri,
    As many have said before this story is such an inspiration to many. Thank you for sharing the struggles and joys that you have been through. I was crying for most of this post remembering how worried we were as TEAM One Purpose. Thank you so much for your leadership.
    Melissa McClure

  13. Terri,
    Thank you for sharing your experience during that time! I’m blown away and so touched.
    All I can say is “wow”. I’m truly grateful for you in my life! You have blessed me in ways you will never know! I pray that God will continue to rain blessings on you and your family!
    Love, Carol Miller

  14. Terri, I love that you and Chris found a few moments in a dark time to just laugh. Smiles and laughter are truely a gift from God and our gift to Him. Laughter is the best medicine.
    Thank you for sharing your great list of friends and family whom helped you along your journey. Now I know who to ask God to send extra blessings upon for helping a wonderful woman like you.
    Sincerely, Marsha Ward

  15. Thank you for letting us share that journey with you. I still remember sitting up way high in the stands at convention when you opened up your heart and shared what you were going through. Even though at that time I had never met you tears came pouring down. I hurt for you and your family. My heart ached for your children. Your family was continually in my prayers. You have taught me so many different things over the years. 1 being don’t take things for granted. I am totally task oriented and having 4 children as you know does not always go together. You constantly remind me to stop and enjoy them.

  16. Thank you for sharing your story. I was diagnosed with a skull base meningioma last month, and am seeing neurosurgeons and scheduling more MRI’s to keep an eye on it. It will have to be evicted if it grows, so I am more thank likely headed down the path of surgery. I get a lot of strength reading stories of people who have gone through this, and especially those who are Christians, and those who are parents of youngish kids. (Mine are 10, 7 and 3.)



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