Six months ago, I went in for my very first MRI (certainly not my last). After being home for only 45 minutes, I received a phone call, "Ms. Jensen, you have a tumor." The words sent me into a trance and sounded like a terrible, scratchy broken record!
It was roughly the size of a mango. I would not only need to undergo surgery, but undergo TWO surgeries! I panicked! What had I done wrong in my life to deserve a brain tumor? I knew I wasn't perfect, but a brain tumor...REALLY?!?! I was scared. I was scared my babies were going to grow up without me. I was scared I wouldn't be missed if I were to go. I was scared there were people who would be happy to see me go. I was scared of DYING!! I was simply...scared. After receiving a priesthood blessing, I felt at peace about going into surgery. I knew I was going to make it. On February 8th was the first surgery. The second was on March 22nd.
The outpouring of service that we received was remarkable! I didn't realize how much people cared! From meals to babysitting to household items to prayers and thoughts to love. I cannot fathom the amount of people who were praying for me and my family! People I didn't even know!! Even today, six moths later, I still hear the words, "I said a lot of prayers for you!" I VERY much appreciate the prayers that were said on my behalf and wish I could send out a GIGANTIC thank you and give everyone a hug!!
As my birthday is approaching, I can't seem to feel anything but grateful! I think back to my first visit to the neurosurgeon, where he stated, that if I did not have the surgery, I had 3-4 weeks to live. I am humbled and grateful that I am alive to celebrate my coming birthday!
